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But I’ve got another treat. <\/p>\n Also from Minedition this December will be The Brothers Grimm’s Hansel and Gretel<\/em>, illustrated by Sybille Schenker<\/a><\/strong> and adapted by Martin West. Now, to read about it, you can go here<\/a><\/strong> to Kirkus<\/em>‘ starred review. (Yes, I’m kickin’ it over to them, ’cause I have a giant stack of work giving me the skunk eye.) They call it nothing less than “gorgeous” and “sumptuous.” It really is both things, more of a coffee-table book than one you want to give, say, a toddler — given things like its thick cover stitching, die cuts, and vellum pages. The stark, black silhouettes throughout the book set a splendidly eerie tone, and the highly-patterned color illustrations that appear (not<\/em> pictured below) are striking. Below is some art from that book, too. <\/p>\n Enjoy. <\/p>\nSince I wrote here<\/a><\/strong> last week at Kirkus<\/em> about a new collection of fairy tales from The Brothers Grimm, illustrated by Lisbeth Zwerger<\/a><\/strong> and published by Minedition—it’s called Tales from the Brothers Grimm<\/em>, and it’s beautiful—I’ve got some art from it today. <\/p>\n
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“If the weather was very hot, the king’s daughter used to go out into the forest and sit on the rim of the well — and if she was bored she took a golden ball that was her favorite plaything with her, threw it up into the air and caught it again.”<\/em><\/center><\/p>\n
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“Then the king said, ‘If you made a promise, you must keep it, so go and open the door to him.’ She went and opened the door, and the frog hopped in
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“Once upon a time there was an old nanny-goat who had seven young kids, and she loved them dearly, just as any mother loves her children. One day, when she wanted to go into the forest and look for food, she called all seven to her and said, ‘Dear children, I’m going into the forest, so you must be on your guard against the wolf. …'”<\/em><\/center><\/p>\n
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“Now he strode bravely along the road, and as he was light on his feet and agile he did not feel tired. The road led to a mountain, and when he had reached the highest peak of it he found a mighty giant sitting there, looking around at his ease.”<\/em><\/center><\/p>\n
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“…[T]he next morning they rose joyfully, ate and drank, and now their wedding was really celebrated. The old king handed the kingdom over to Hans my Hedgehog.”<\/em><\/center><\/p>\n
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lived a poor woodcutter with his two children, Hansel and Gretel,
and their stepmother.”<\/em>
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They awoke to the darkest night.”<\/em>
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