Marian called it Roxaboxen. (She always knew the name of everything.) There across the road, it looked like any rocky hill -- nothing but sand and rocks, some old wooden boxes, cactus and greasewood and thorny ocotillo -- but it was a special place: a sparkling world of jeweled homes, streets edged with the whitest stones, and two ice cream shops. Come with us there, where all you need to gallop fast and free is a long stick and a soaring imagination.
In glowing desert hues, artist Barbara Cooney has caught the magic of Alice McLerran's treasured land of Roxaboxen -- a place that really was, and, once you've been there, always is.
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This book is great for children of all ages. It shows how a little imagination can go a long way and how a simple concept is passed from one generation to the next. As I read the story I felt as if I ... Read full review
More than a story of a children's imaginatinary play village, this is the story of the sustaining role of early experiences. The return of the children as old people adds the transcendant element of how such early memories remain with us for life and provide comfort in old age. This changes the book for a nice story to a profound revelation of the power of youth and the poignancy of old age. This is one of my two or three favorite books of all time. It transcends the genre of children's literature in its offering of this powerful and well presented insight.