Sylvie and Bruno by Lewis Carroll (in two volumes*: 1889 and 1893)

Did Mary Shelley ever meet Lewis Carroll? It’s not impossible. He was nineteen when she died in 1851.

I think they would’ve amused each other.

Whatever, I’m a banana if he never read Frankenstein.

Many years ago a dear old friend scribbled me a note: …I cycled all over yesterday trying to find a copy of Lewis Carroll’s Sylvie and Bruno… but not a copy was to be found in all of London. Nobody seems to read anything but Alice which is too bad.

I thought uh-huh, never heard of it and that was that.

I’ve only just read it and I rue all those years when I could’ve been savouring this wonderful book. It’s worth cycling all over London for. I wouldn’t’ve picked it up if it hadn’t been for that scribbled note way back. Thank you, Annie.

Sylvie and Bruno is gorgeous.

Why? Well…

Carroll gifts us, with pin-point accuracy, a young children’s view of a pure world free of the distortions of adulthood.

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