Peter Nimble and His Fantastic Eyes

A book review by Mini-Me

Peter Nimble and his Fantastic Eyes  by Jonathan Auxier  is about a blind boy who was found at sea by sailors when he was a baby. The sailors had no use for the found boy and were just going to leave him at their current port. The local law of the port town required the sailors to at least give the boy a name since the sailors wouldn’t take him in.  The sailors named him after an old forgotten nursery rhyme called “Peter Nimble.” 

Unwanted, Peter grew up in the streets of this port town becoming a great pickpocket and thief. He was a beggar by trade and a threat to the local market. ^_^ His nose could smell food from ten feet away. While Peter was still a little boy sitting in the streets a man named Mr. Seamus took him in.

What Peter didn’t know was that Mr. Seamus was a beggar monger. Mr. Seamus took in orphans and trained them to beg for coins and steal them for him. While Peter was stealing from a traveling merchant he found a really cool box, inside the box that contained three pairs of fantastic eyes. He touched the eyes and had what I would call a flash-back. Realizing he held eyes, he took a pair and put them in his eye sockets. 

The first time he put on the gold pair, he was transported to the Island of Professor Cake. There he realized Professor Cake had made the eyes for …. Peter!! Each pair of eyes did something different. The traveling merchant was actually…. Well, you’ll have to read that for yourself.

One of my favorite parts is when Peter meets a strange night named Sir Tode who was under a spell that had turned him into a cat and a horse mixed into one.

The bad guy is the king, who wasn’t really the king. He was a usurper. He put some form of spice in everyone’s food that made them sort of drunk. 

I really like the comedy, imagination and the part where Peter defeated the bad guy. It was a great book. I highly recommend it.  

A note from Me: I bought this book on a whim. Mini-me devoured it in just over 1 24-hour period. We did make her sleep. And eat. 

I've been researching....

A writer writes to eventually have their ramblings/stories/ideas read by more than themselves. After receiving numerous rejections for a story, and researching more, I realized that the line 'publishing is subjective' is a big fat lie. 

Agents are looking for something - and they try to tell you what it is - but achieving that 'imagined perfection' is difficult, I'm guessing. In that way publishing is subjective - they're looking at the story wondering if can be sold to a publisher...

but that's really not what I was going to tell you. 

In my research, there's a lot of time spent talking about developing your platform - earning an audience before you're published. I'm all for that unless it's annoying. I've someone on my facebook list who became annoying quickly with her platform building. 

A blog is one thing that is  talked about having...and apparently it's met with approval. 

So I thought of this blog. I've thought of those of you who have stuck with me even through my times of silence... I'm not changing a thing. Except maybe the back ground. You know me, Easily distracted.


But one thing I need you to hold me accountable for...if I get too busy talking about writing - would you slap me?? Someone's complaint was that all writer's seem to write about -- writing on their blogs.


Which makes sense when you stop and think about it - you tend to write about what you're passionate about. but here in the Laundry Pile - there's so much to talk about - that it's often difficult to choose just one thing --  so I don't write.


I should stop that. 

I just can't see a way to separate the parts of me - the parts of me are entwined here in the Laundry Pile. I can't see a way to separate them from each other. My characters show up when I'm gaming. when I'm working on school with the kids. God talks to me when I'm doing dishes - and inspires me when I'm going about my day. The kids ... well you see?  It's all meshed together....



to make me.


So really --- all that rambling that's been pent up inside of me really means nothing is changing.


Not really.


I just needed to say it out loud.

tricky mom...

School is underway yet again!!! 
but that is only one reason for my absence. 


I started playing a game before school started. In august when I was fighting the most incredible case of self-doubt I've had in a very long time. It's a fun game. Actually The Professor suggested we play together...


but that's not what I was going to tell you ...


I was teaching J-man and trying to figure out where the review will end for him and the actual hard-core learning begins. 


I told him amid the flood of stuff we were working on, "Wow! You're smart!"


He told me, "I know. It's because you tricked me when I was younger."


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He did qualify it all - and explain what he meant - but it was hard to hear over how amused I was.