![]() ![]() The very thought of being parent to someone like William gives me the shivers). (I began reading More William with the thought that I’d pass it on, a few years down the line, to my rambunctious five year old daughter, but gave up the thought later, fearing it would give her ideas. ![]() A boy who paints a cat green, steals supper for twenty, wants to be apprentice to a burglar, and is constantly driving his family batty. He can set out to help, to catch smugglers, to even take it upon himself to reform.īut, all said and done, William is William. He can understand the plight of a meek and mild-mannered bachelor neighbour who is being preyed upon by another bossy neighbour. He can feel for the little girl who wants to be May Queen but has no chance. Because William Brown, eleven years old and the scourge of the village, the eternal thorn in the side of his long-suffering family, is not completely devoid of finer feelings. William, dressed in a bed sheet and obliging a visiting relative who yearns for an experience of the supernatural. ![]()
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