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Mark Benford chavoushkad84 — Katharine Briggs took her fairies seriously. She was a folklore scholar, with several Oxford degrees, and did not think fairy tales were strictly the province of children. The tales she liked were those handed down over generations by people who believed in them, as opposed to the ones “made up as a pretty fancy.” This book is a popularized, illustrated version of Briggs’s AN ENCYCLOPEDIA OF FAIRIES, with more tales and fewer scholarly treatises. I guess it was intended for kids. Born in 1898, Briggs was 81 when it was published (she died a year later), and her foreword sometimes brushes against that patronizing tone writers used to adopt when addressing children. “I hope you will enjoy the book,” the introduction concludes, “and perhaps become a folklorist, collect stories for yourself, and tell them to other people.” (My second grade teacher talked like that.) Once she moves into the body of the book, however, Briggs is all business and forgets she is supposed to be writing for the kiddies. Describing the horrible Peg Powler, who dragged children into the River Tees, she comments: “If Peg Powler was not invented by careful mothers you may be sure that they made her sound as terrifying as they could, for the Tees was a dangerous river.” Briggs's youthful readers have to be sturdy of psyche. Her tale of the Each Uisge, the Scottish water horse, ends with the livers of seven little girls washing up on the shore. Briggs wrote scads of books, among them THE PERSONNEL OF FAIRYLAND and the four-volume DICTIONARY OF BRITISH FOLKTALES IN THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE. She’s supremely comfortable with her material. She doesn’t attempt linguistic fireworks—who needs to, when children’s livers are washing ashore?—but she writes with an endearing, understated wryness. She tells the story, for example, of a young man who, when dancing with a Scandinavian elf-woman, notices that she is blessed with a tail. “But he did not betray her. He said, ‘Pretty maid, you are losing your garter.’ His tact was rewarded by good luck all his life.” Other elven women, we learn, “were beautiful from the front, but they were hollow behind, like a rotten tree. Because of this they never turned around in their dances.” Fun fact: Why are fairies allergic to iron? Because they’re from the Stone Age. Duh. The book is presented as a mini-encyclopedia, with entries alphabetized and cross-referenced. It’s intended for browsing, though—no table of contents and no index. Yvonne Gilbert’s illustrations are funny, lovely, or harrowing, depending on need. If I’d read this as a child I would have flipped quickly past the color plate of the Nuckelavee, a centaur-like Orkney sea-monster that is the stuff of nightmare. I flip quickly past it now, come to think of it.

Mario Henriques mhdesigner77 — I honestly couldn't care less of this book is fiction or non-fiction, it's an AMAZING book. From the first page to the last, this gut wrenching book delivers on all levels. It's in my all time top 25 books, fiction or not.

Roman Ciupka romanjr — David Hall does a fine job calling the church back to its rich heritage. It will be a grand day when evangelical Christianity notices that it stands on the shoulders of giants.

Swapnil Panchal cswapnil — This is the story of May Dodd, a free-thinking Chicago woman in the 1860's who is institutionalized by her wealthy family for consorting (and bearing children with) a man below her station. When given the chance to enter the (thankfully completely fictional) "Brides for Indians" program, she jumps at the chance. Her observations are witty and insightful, and she is remarkably open-minded about her new Indian chief husband and his Cheyenne culture. This is a very fast and enjoyable read, marred only by sadly true to reality ending, not surprising to those who know the history of how the U.S. treated the Native American tribes.