In the heart of the night, the child was born. A boy. Mary kissed him, washed him, wrapped him tightly in bands of cloth, and laid him in the wooden feeding box where the animals usually munched hay. She gave him a name as well: Jesus, the name told her by the angel.
Written in lyrical prose and brought to life in light-catching stained-glass illustrations, this unique nativity story is one that parents and children will be able to share every Christmas season.
[The artwork is] designed to resemble stained glass...when held to light, the jewel-toned scenes glow. Together with McCaughrean's smoothly colloquial retelling of Jesus' birth, this is an eye-catching choice." --Publishers Weekly, starred review
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[The artwork is] designed to resemble stained glass...when held to light, the jewel-toned scenes glow. Together with McCaughrean's smoothly colloquial retelling of Jesus' birth, this is an eye-catching choice." --Publishers Weekly, starred review
It's 30 years now since I first got published, and 50 since I found out how writing let me step outside my little, everyday world and go wherever I chose - way back in Time, to far distant shores, towards my own, home-made happy ending. Not that all my books are an easy ride. I write adventure, first and foremost, because that's what I enjoyed reading as a child. But since I have published over 150 books now, there are all manner of books in among that number - gorgeously illustated picture books, easy readers, prize winners, teenage books and five adult novels. The White Darkness won the Printz Award in the USA, which, for as Englishwoman, was the most amazing, startling thrill. Then there was Peter Pan in Scarlet - official sequel to J M Barrie's Peter Pan, written on behalf of Great Ormond Street Hopsital for Sick Children. I won the chance to write that in a worldwide competition, and because Peter Pan is loved everywhere, my book sold worldwide too. I can't say I expected that when, as a child, I dreamed of being like my older brother and getting a book published one day. These days I have a husband (who's good at continuity and spelling) and a daughter who is an excellent editor. But she's at the Royal Academy of Dramtic Art now, studying to become an actor. So, naturally, I have turned my hand to writing plays. (So many actors, so few plays!) My Mum told me, "Never boil your cabbages twice, dear," which was her way of saying, "Don't repeat yourself." So I have tried never to write the same book twice. You'll find all my novels quite different from one another. I have also done lots of retellings of myth, legend, folk and fairy tales, and adapted indigestible classics such as El Cid, the Epic of Gilgamesh, The Odyssey, Moby Dick, Shakespeare and the Pilgrim's Progress. Something for everyone, you see, my dear young, not-so-young, eccentric, middle-of-the-road, poetical, sad, cheerful, timid or reckless reader. All they have in common is that they all contain words. If you are allergic to words, you'd best not open the covers.
