Stephenson Family Ties The Barn Burnt Down
And Now I See The Moon
Literature was not born the day when a boy crying “wolf, wolf”
 came running out of the Neanderthal valley with a big gray wolf
 at his heels; literature was born on the day when a boy came 
crying “wolf, wolf” and there was no wolf behind him.
 - Vladimir Nabokov

Anton Pieck

Animales lectores ilustración de Okada Chiaki

Maurice Sendak

Patricia Metola

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