Diving deeper into the many capabilities of the magic book, they uncover the future adventures that the book can mold. However, as they begin to read it, they discover that the book is about none other than the five children themselves. At first, Susan, John, Abbie, Fredricka, and Barnaby sense no abnormalities with the book. The librarian explains that the book must be returned after seven days. But I think I'll go back to the beginning of the series first and read it in order, including the other books I didn't those years ago.Seven-Day Magic depicts of five friends that cross paths with a magical book from the library. There's one more I read in this series as a kid (without knowing back then that the books are in a series), with vintage cover art I vaguely recalled after finding this book. And I appreciate the way the tale speaks to the magic of books. ( i.e., "gyps" and "Indian giver") However, it was satisfying to recognize more of the influences that factor into the story, like that of George MacDonald and Wordsworth. Granted, not everything I now recognized as an adult was a pleasure to find, namely the two instances of dated slurs in the book. I enjoyed rediscovering the oddness, the humor, and the delightfulness of this old-fashioned tale. Even though they can't make out the book's title-much like my memory couldn't. I wound up making my own dust jacket for the book, using a high-res copy of the old, reddish cover image because every element of the artwork on it is such a significant reflection of the story.Ī story in which the main characters discover the significance of a certain shabby, red book.
Not until I received it, flipped through it, and found the one inside illustration I remembered. Even once I found a blurry thumbnail image of the cover and took a chance to buy a newer edition with different cover art, I still wasn't 100% sure I'd ordered the right book. It took combing through books and books of vintage fantasy KidLit, hoping to come across a reddish cover that might ring a bell in my unclear memory.
I only remembered one of the illustrations inside, along with the reddish book cover but not the cover art exactly, and most of all, I remembered how much I liked the story.whatever it was about. I had no idea what year or decade the book was published in, especially given that pretty much all books are new-to-you when you're a little kid. But in the years that followed, when I wanted to find the book again, I couldn't remember the title. It's one of the first fantasy books I read as a child.
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