Because guess what appears on his doorstep bright and early Christmas morning, just in time for the milkman to carry inside? You cannot guess what this old bachelor would give to wake tomorrow morning to the squeals of delighted children opening their stockings.”īe careful what you ask for, Mister Master. Malcolm stares the camera right in the eye that fateful night, and declares in a voice quivering with apparent sincerity,”Christmas is not Christmas without children. The whole of England hangs on his every word, and of course his cleverly produced Christmas Eve broadcast is something extra special.
Malcolm Master is a stunningly successful television personality. Suspend your disbelief – and maybe your expectation of quality storytelling – when you crack the pages of this deservedly obscure Streatfeild juvenile. I likely won’t get to them all, unless I whip off a slew of 100-word micro-posts (now there’s a tempting thought!) but hey, we do what we can. Well, I’ve been getting in a respectable amount of reading time – it’s still dark in the evenings and we are still snowbound, so outside garden work hasn’t ramped up yet – and the pile of books-I-want-to-talk-about is really stacking up. Goodness, look at that calendar! Almost March. The Family on the Top Floor by Noel Streatfeild ~ 1964.
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