The Mono

I was looking at my built-in shelves last night, long-buried behind the rat cages, and found a few things.

I was looking for my copy of "Myth-ing Persons" with the Phil Foglio cover, with no luck. Instead, I found all of our Moomintroll books, which I had thought were banished to the shed long ago. Add "Comet in Moominland" to the stack, and we have a nice chunk of Moomintroll books, which I can read again now! Yay!

Apparently "Half Magic" was up there too, and I remember that fondly. What would happen if you found something which could grant you wishes -- but you discover after a few incidents that it only grants half of each one?

The other thing I found was the children's book I've been searching for, all over, with almost no hope of finding it. I misplaced my copy of "The Mystical Beast", and no one seems to have heard of it -- it's obscure, and British, and I couldn't remember the author. But there it was. It's by Alison Farthing; it's a great deal shorter than I thought, but it still has the quirky illustrations and general oddballness that I remember. I'm idly reading through it today. Anything that starts with the first line, Standing at the bus stop just in front of Henry was a girl with a cabbage tied to her head. is going to be interesting, regardless.