Voracious reader that I was, I was never able to get past that cover with the two uncertain figures against a blood red sky, keeping a wary eye on the wolves prowling beneath them. Sometimes unnerved-I can admit this-I’d shift the rack so that the more benevolent Beezus could watch over me instead. Occasionally it would disappear for a few weeks, only to reappear and resume its vigil. But as child who spent her after-school hours at the local library, I became more than a little familiar with the cover, which always seemed to be glaring down at me from the paperback rack. It’s not a favorite-I never read it until I was an adult. Joan Aiken’s The Wolves of Willoughby Chase is a book which has stayed with me since my childhood.
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