So, I ordered some food online and you get a chance to win a coupon after placing the order. I didn’t win… but I did get the most eerily appropriate consolation prize combining my love of lolcats and Dickens.
“He was the best of toms. He was the worst of toms.”
From the start “The Cheshire Cheese Cat: A Dickens of a Tale (Peachtree, $16.95, age 8-12), by Carmen Agra Deedy and Randall Wright, borrows from Charles Dickens to pull young readers into a story about an unlikely friendship between a cat and a mouse who share the secrets of an English pub.
Dickens himself is a minor character in the suspenseful middle grade novel. He’s seen struggling to write the opening for A Tale of Two Cities. Queen Victoria shows up, too, but it’s Dickens, one of the kings of English literature, who gets his due.
Mrs. Crupp had indignantly assured him that there wasn’t room to swing a cat there; but, as Mr. Dick justly observed to me, sitting down on the foot of the bed, nursing his leg, “You know, Trotwood, I don’t want to swing a cat. I never do swing a cat. Therefore, what does that signify to me!