World Book Weak

I write this on Mother’s Day, with a sore throat and a head full of cotton wool (most of us compose our posts in advance: this is not a live broadcast!) I am ILL. I have been awake for much of the past three nights because as soon as I lie down, I cough. The past week has been INTENSE and now I’m paying the price, but I wouldn’t have missed the experience for anything!

The reason for my current condition is school visits: lots of them, all over the place. I have talked to kids from Reception right through to Year Eight, so for the youngest groups I harked back to some of my earliest work, from when I wrote and illustrated picture books. And I realised something: my very first book was published twenty-three years ago! This one, Under The Stairs, is twenty years old this year:

Everything under the stairs come to life: here, Sophie, mounted on the Garden Chair Horse, fights off the Hooversaurus with her Umbrella-Sword

Everything under the stairs comes to life: here, Sophie, mounted on the Garden Chair Horse, fights off the Hooversaurus with her Umbrella-Sword

...She also encounters the Golflogog, the Tenniswellies, and the Sneezing Dusterbirds.

…She also encounters the Golflogog, the Tenniswellies, and the Sneezing Dusterbirds.

Happy 20th Anniversary, Under The Stairs! If only it were still in print…

The infant school kids were a delight, and made me want to revisit picture books. To paraphrase Dr Seuss: ‘Oh the writings you can write!’ But…argh! Where to fit it all in?!

By Friday I was hurting, but the day brought one of the highlights of the week: going into local primary Campsbourne School, where they take the dressing-up-as-a-book-character very seriously indeed. Or rather, not seriously: I couldn’t help wondering how the teacher who wore a Wild Thing Max onesie was able to teach anything that day. I suspect the one dressed as Gandalf had more gravitas – or perhaps not: she was a woman, after all. Among the kids, I met everyone from Miss Havisham to a Dalek.

Campsbourne

The wonderful Karen McCombie is far too modest to mention this, but she’s the reason Campsbourne had no fewer than EIGHT special visitors for WBD – writers, illustrators, storytellers. Karen, you are a star. :-)

I also did a World Book Day interview: you can check it out here.

Phew! What was your highlight of World Book Week? Did you dress up? Did you have a special visitor? Did you buy a book with your £1 WBD token? I hope you discovered something new and wonderful – after all that’s what WBD is all about. Or rather, World Book Week, as it’s become. OK, I’m off for a lie down now…