Soft and warm, Jane's blanket had always been there to comfort her, and she couldn't imagine drifting off to sleep without it. But with the passage of time, Jane grew bigger and bigger and her beloved pink blanket got smaller and smaller. This tender tale of how Jane learned to do without her blanket is a story that children and adults will be happy to share.
In his only work for children, the author of Death of a Salesman offers a different kind of story. Arthur Miller's heartwarming tale of a child's growth and maturity is accompanied by charming images by Al Parker, a prominent illustrator and founder of the Famous Artists School.
|Edition description:||First Edition, First|
|Product dimensions:||8.10(w) x 10.80(h) x 0.30(d)|
|Age Range:||4 - 8 Years|
About the Author
American playwright Arthur Miller (1915-2005) ranks among the 20th century's great dramatists. His many acclaimed plays include All My Sons, Death of a Salesman, The Crucible, and A View from the Bridge as well as the screenplay for The Misfits.
Known as The Dean of Illustrators, Al Parker (1906-85) produced 50 covers in a 13-year period for Ladies' Home Journal. He also contributed to Cosmopolitan, Good Housekeeping, Sports Illustrated, and many other publications.
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By Arthur Miller, Al Parker
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One time there was a girl. Her name was Jane. She was a little baby. And she had a blanket. It was a small blanket. It was pink, and soft, and warm.
In the morning she woke up. And the first thing she did was to touch the blanket, and it felt soft and warm when she put her fingers on it. Jane loved her pink blanket.
Then her mother gave her milk. Her mother held Jane in her lap and gave her warm milk to drink. And while Jane drank her milk, she held her pink blanket in her hands.
Then her mother put her in the playpen with a teddy bear and a doll.
But Jane cried.
So her mother went to the bedroom and came out and gave her the pink blanket. Then Jane stopped crying. She played with the doll and the teddy bear, and she was happy because the pink blanket was in the playpen too.
When it was afternoon, it was time for a nap. Jane slept in her crib, holding her pink blanket. She put it under her face and felt how warm it was and how soft.
When she woke up she saw that the sunshine was in her room. She sat up in her crib and looked around. She saw the door, and the window, and the picture on the wall. She saw the rug on the floor. She saw the white ceiling. She saw the dresser where her clothes were kept. She saw a wind-up toy on the dresser. She saw that it was her own room, but she was afraid. And then she saw her pink blanket at the end of the crib. She put out her hand and took her pink blanket and patted it with her hand. She bundled it up and hugged it like a doll. And then she was happy.
At night Jane's father came home. He picked her up and kissed her. Then he sat on the floor in front of her, and he played with her. Jane threw a little ball and her father picked it up and gave it back to her. Then Jane threw the ball again.
And she laughed, and her father kissed her.
Then it was night. Jane's mother gave her supper, and it tasted good. After supper Jane felt sleepy.
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This is a reissue of an old and loved story about growing up. This book is the only children's story written by playwriter, Arthur Miller. Jane has a soft pink blanket that she got when she was a baby. The story tells how much she loved her "bata" and how she held it and slept with it all the time. The blanket eventually wore out, got smaller and was put in the bag of rags. When Jane realizes her blanket is missing, she cries until her mother gives her what is left of it. She realized that not only has her blanket gotten smaller, but she has gotten bigger and is growing up. She still wants her blanket at night and she hugs what is left of it. As the story tells of her life changing as she continues to grow up, she becomes less and less interested in her blanket, until one day, when she again notices it is missing. Her mother digs out what is left of it and again she sleeps with it in her room. There is a happy ending to the story. The illustrations are black and white except for the blanket which adds a nice contrast. A wonderful story to read to children as they are growing up and are beginning to not need that beloved blanket or toy to feel secure anymore. A great book to be on all family bookshelves.
Rating: 3.5/5 This is a reprint of the original which was published in 1963 and it is delightful! It tells the story of Jane and her baby blanket. The illustrations are all sketches where the only colour (other than black and white) is the pink blanket. It shares some of the things Jane used to do with the blanket as she grew from being a baby to school age, showing how as she grew bigger the much loved blanket grew smaller. Initially Jane is reluctant to let her old tattered blanket go until a bluebird started to use threads from it to line her nest. This is a sweet book, one that may well end up being as treasured as Jane’s beloved blanket. It could easily be read with children who are a similar age to Jane towards the end of the story - an age when they are beginning to outgrow their own blanket or baby toys. It could help reassure children that this is just part of growing up and not meant to upset them. It is a lovely, if old fashioned, book and one that will stay in the memories of those who hear or read it as a child. Thanks to the author, publisher and NetGalley, too, for letting me read an ARC of this book in exchange for this, an honest review.
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