Who wouldn't love coloring, and that too, coloring one's perfect world? I t's a simple compilation that is unrestrained by its simplicity! "The Perfect Gift" allows readers to personalize the book to cater to their imagination and solace. That is where Lauren Persons has tingled the sense of wonderment for kids that can otherwise leave us adults clueless. What we love about this book is that it's not just about drawing and coloring. It also features a cue on every other page to tap into your imagination as you color your way through the story. It's a fun and engaging way to keep your kid evoked as she unwinds and unfolds. Click HERE to buy the book You can also by the book in L.H. Press How would you address those who argue that coloring books are marketed primarily to children, and that adults should engage in more intellectually stimulating routines? Well, you can hand them this book that lets a grownup ...
What a radical and riveting way to present an extremely relevant yet sensitive issue to its targeted audience! I ndeed, Abby Pete’s book, Harvey the Hippo meets Mickey Mandarin thoughtfully rules out exclusivity to embrace inclusivity with a tenderness that is apt for young minds. Acceptance of the fluidity of gender and a non-binary approach towards others are the fresh perspectives that this engaging read offers. Click HERE to buy the book You can also by the book in Barnes and Noble and L.H. Press The story is about Harvey, the hippo , who being a “he” and a “him”, lives in the zoo with his family and friends. They are Zo, the Zebra, who likes to be called “they” and “them”, Ginger, the giraffe, whose preferred pronouns are “she” and “her” and other animals too. However, their differences in identities do not affect their friendship but rather strengthen their bonds. In fact, the animals accept their friends as they are and engage in pl...
I read about humanity and wanted to share it with you T oday, walking by the road, I saw a white note in a plastic bag. It was hanging from the lamppost. I went by the lamppost and read the words. It said, "I have lost a 50 dollar bill around somewhere here. If you find it, please can you return it to me." And then below it was an address. I went to that address and found a very old and feeble lady resting on the front porch. Hearing my rustle, she called out, "who is there?" I quickly went forward and told her I came to return her 50-dollar bill that I found by the lamppost. She instantly burst into tears and said that at least twenty other people had come to give her back the money and even so when she hadn't written the note on the lamppost. I insisted that she keep the $50 bill from me. She genuinely thanked me and brought me a glass of water from inside. When I was about to leave, she, in turn, requested that I tear up the note on the lamppo...