MY CASTLE by Florence Parry Heide


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Shimin's solemnly langorous child, whose ""castle"" is a tenement fire escape, takes on an unhealthy incandescence under the oppressive yellowish sunlight that drenches every page. As the boy spends night and day alone in his castle, eating his lunchtime sandwich when he can see the sun between the buildings and taking his nap when the sun is gone, his positive thinking (""Nearly every day something comes to my castle that is nice"" -- a little piece of paper, a butterfly, a leaf) is improbable if not abnormal, and Shimin's reverent portrayals at best sentimentalize.

Pub Date: Aug. 28th, 1972
Publisher: McGraw-Hill