When I was a kid, there was a henna plant outside my grandmother’s apartment. It was one of my favourite things in the world, because every once in a while, me and my cousins would run out to the henna plant to pick its leaves. We would come back to my grandmother’s apartment and crush up the henna leaf to make henna paste. Later, we would use toothpicks to draw a design onto the palms of our hands. And we …
Category: Children’s
Christmas 2020 promises to be one like no other. Most of us will be at home. There’ll be less visiting but more home fires; less cocktails in bars but more …
2020 was due to be a momentous year for children’s literature in Ireland. Not only is it the year of publication for the latest books by many beloved children’s writers …
In October ’93 I was spending a few days in Dingle after the madness of the Children’s Book Festival and I took one of the dolphin boats out to see …
My life has always revolved around bookshops. My earlier memories are of my mum bringing us into our local indie to spend our paper 5 punt National Book Tokens and …
Literary journals have thrived in Ireland and have repeatedly succeeded in their goals of finding, supporting, and showcasing new writing. These journals have published works by writers who go on …
I find it absolutely thrilling to pick up a book that’s full of twists and turns even the most experienced of readers will find hard to predict. It takes true …
To all of Dubray’s wonderful customers, This is a strange letter to be writing – not because I’m not glad to be doing it, but because I never thought I’d …
We live in a modern world of pressure, a “perfect storm”, and parents are trying their best without a road map. Whilst they can dream about growing a resilient child, …
I’ve always appreciated the fact that while I can read a book in a couple of days, it might have taken the author years of hard work and dedication to …
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