Just a few days before her birthday, Rebecca told me that her poor friend Giulia only ever got clothes as gifts. "Can you imagine?" she said, in a tone of utter disbelief mixed with horror, "Clothes for gifts!?!". "Clothes seem perfectly good gifts to me!", I protested. "TOYS are good gifts!", Rebecca elucidated. Then she fell silent, caught in a spell of sympathy for her poor friend. Meanwhile, my mind raced to the clothes of the handmade kind she was going to receive a few days later.
Well, my child was luckier than poor Giulia, because not only did she receive clothes, but also, she received a book.
PS To be honest, I bought the book only because of its cover (and because I desperately wanted to have one of the gorgeous Rifle Paper Co illustrations in our house). But we've been so captivated by the story of Anne - which I didn’t know - that we find it nearly impossible to put it down. So, yes, Rebecca was luckier than poor Giulia: she got new clothes, and then she got to read a new book in them!