In The Forest Of Your Remembrance

Provides short accounts and personal reflections about miraculous events in the author's life.

In a personal journey of remembrances, Gloria Jean Pinkney shows how she came to recognize the many miraculous events in her life. In her engaging voice, Ms. Pinkney narrates thirty-three short "tellings" and uses quotes from the Bible to frame each story. This heartfelt work offers an inspiring call for her readers to enter their own "Forest of Remembrance." As Clifton Taulbert writes in his wonderful foreword, "As we read, we will be challenged to become 'dear hearers' within our own daily lives. This book will help many to personalize and anticipate the joy of 'unselfish living.'" A book to be shared with the whole family, this spiritual memoir is also a family project. Ms. Pinkney's husband, Jerry, and two of their sons, Brian and Myles, provide illustrations, with each artist using a different medium.

Black Authors and Illustrators of Books for Children and Young Adults is a biographical dictionary that provides comprehensive coverage of all major authors and illustrators – past and present. As the only reference volume of its kind available, this book is a valuable research tool that provides quick access for anyone studying black children’s literature – whether one is a student, a librarian charged with maintaining a children’s literature collection, or a scholar of children’s literature. The Fourth Edition of this renowned reference work illuminates African American contributions to children’s literature and books for young adults. The new edition contains updated and new information for existing author/illustrator entries, the addition of approximately 50 new profiles, and a new section listing online resources of interest to the authors and readers of black children’s literature.

A dark forest is no place for a young girl. Fate disposed her there with no memories, and it's the kind hands of an elderly couple that bring her out. Though she doesn't know who she is, Lithiana is content to live her life in the impoverished city of Guvoin, considering herself fortunate that she didn't perish in those woods. She labors relentlessly every day to provide a better life, until her life is suddenly thrust into someone else's hands; a strange man that claims to have known her. Stolen from the village she considers home and tossed into an outlandish world where time waits for no one, Lithiana is forced to acknowledge the dark shadows that greet her tainted mind; learning she is more than what she seems. Paranoia rises as danger lurks behind every corner. Creatures commit vile deeds, realms rage on the brink of war and sinister intentions hide beneath the pure rays of sunlight. Every word spoken could be another lie told, and any smile could be the one hiding the dagger poised at her heart.

Imagine the forest. As darkness falls, the somber beeches disappear in misty twilight and shadows seem to gather under their branches. Far away, the blackbird's call tells of the coming of the night. The birds cease their singing, silence descends, soon the beasts of the night will make their appearance. Between tangled roots, hidden by nettles and brambles, the earth seems to ripple. A few humps of earth seem to emerge from the ground. They are the last traces of burial mounds, of mounds, which were tall and high 2500 years ago. Many of them have disappeared, hidden by tangled roots of beech and oak, ploughed flat by careless farmers, others again show caved-in tops where grave robbers have looted the central chamber. The locals shun these hills. There are tales that strange fires can be seen glowing on the mounds, and that on spooky nights, great armed warriors arise from their resting places. Then the doors to the deep are thrown open and unwary travelers have to beware of being invited into the halls of the dead and unborn. Here the kings of the deep feast and celebrate, time passes differently and strange treasures may be found. Who knows the nights when the gates are open? Who carries the primrose, the wish-flower, the strange blossom that opens the doors to the hollow hills?