A bird's eye view (Book Review - Felicity and the Featherless two-foot)
Felicity and the Featherless two-foot
Author: Loralee Evans
"No one else sees the world the way you do, so no one else can tell the stories that you have to tell."
I feel like saying these words of Charles de Lint to Felicity, the brave, intelligent, and kind-hearted sparrow of Felicity and the Featherless two-foot.
The 'Featherless two-foots' in this story are us, humans, by the way.
So very right, I had thought when I started reading this book. That is how we would be perceived by the ones with feathers.
The ones with fur think of us as 'Furless two-foot'...
Felicity reads and knows quite a bit about the human world from her books. As she actually explores this world, the descriptions are very interesting to read.
We do spend a lot of time looking at 'weird shiny pictures that don't hold still' - TV.
I am sure I will never look at a sparrow the same way again.
I don't think I have ever given more than a passing glance to a sparrow. Except for when there are sparrows playing (or any other birds) on my terrace and I have a camera handy.
Did you notice 'playing'?
As I said, the way I look at sparrows have changed, even in my memories, thanks to Felicity and Cairn. The brave twosome who had some sweet moments together in this book. I would love for their story to go forward.
Felicity and the Featherless two-foot is a great book to read out to kids, to read with kids, for kids to read and also, to read on one's own.
It's sweet and smart. It is easy and fun to read, with a lot of lessons that one can take away from it.
There are lessons of acceptance and confidence. And of the beautiful possibility of fairies and talking sparrows and good men.
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This Review is part of The Book Review Tour.
I was given a free copy of the book in return for an honest review.
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Felicity and the Featherless Two-Foot by Loralee Evans
Felicity hasn’t had an adventure in months, and the little sparrow thinks that dangerous quests are behind her for good. Which is just fine with her! She would rather hang out with her friends the fairies, and read her books safe at home than go on scary adventures! But Felicity didn’t count on one group of strangers showing up that cause more trouble than she ever imagined they could! A strange, troublesome bunch that the fairies call… people.
Praise for the Book “Dreams, imagination, and different worlds intersect in a positive and simple story that kids will find whimsical and delightfully fun.” –D. Donovan, Senior Reviewer, Midwest Book Review “Felicity and the Featherless Two-Foot will touch the hearts of children both young and old. It’s a tale that connects friendship and nature in a magical, memorable way.” --Mikey Brooks, author of The Dream Keeper Chronicles and The Stone of Valhalla.
Author Loralee Evans Loralee Evans is the author of five novels, The Birthright, The King's Heir, The Shores of Bountiful, Felicity~ A Sparrow's Tale, and her latest release, Felicity and the Featherless Two-Foot. When she's not writing, she enjoys teaching, running, being with her family, and reading all sorts of good books, including the works of J.R.R. Tolkien, C.S. Lewis, J. Scott Savage, Rachel Ann Nunes, and James Dashner.
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Excerpts from Felicity and the Featherless two-foot
Excerpt # 1
She laughed. “You don’t need to hide from peoples, er, I mean people, Colin! They’re not scary! They’re just noisy and messy. And so slow! They can’t get us up here. It’s not a big deal.”
“It is a big deal, Felicity!” Colin insisted.
“Because people must not see us!” he hissed. “Ever!”
“Um…” She cocked her head to the side. “Why?”
“Felicity!” Colin seethed. “For the goodnesses’ sakes, stop talking! This isn’t a game!”
Felicity rolled her eyes. “Okay, mister bossy wings.”
She took a hop toward the knothole. “I hope they don’t step on the mushrooms. Or your stuff.”
Colin’s eyes met hers. A look of alarm spread over his face, and a hand went to his head.
“Cinders!” he exclaimed.
Excerpt # 2
Releasing a chirp of determination, Felicity dropped out of the air, swooped low behind the cart, and landed on a stiff black stick stuck on the back of the cart’s window. A small flat strip of rubbery squishiness jutted up from the stick enough for her talons to grip. Through the window, she could see the backs of the people’s head.
A bump jolted her, and Felicity spread her wings for balance as the cart left the parking-lot and turned onto the long road.
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