JANE'S BLANKET by Arthur Miller


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You can't top Charles Schultz on the subject of blanket dependency, though mothers might prefer this supportive account of a little girl who clings to her blanket as she grows bigger and bigger and it grows smaller and smaller. As time passes Jane goes for longer and longer periods without thinking of the blanket, and finally when it has shrunk to the size of a washcloth, a bluebird pulls it thread by thread from the windowsill and uses it to make a nest. Jane ""was a little sorry she didn't have it herself anymore, but she was glad. . . because the birds were happy to be so nice and warm at night, and. . . she was glad that she was so big she didn't need her little blanket anymore."" The playwright's uncharacteristically mellow mood is reflected in Emily McCully's soft pink illustrations; aside from its developmental values Jane's Blanket really is for the birds, and Linus is a far more engaging blankophile.

Pub Date: March 1st, 1972
Publisher: Viking