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In 1923, eight-year-old Barbara Newhall Follett began writing The House Without Windows as a birthday present for her mother on the small portable typewriter she had been using since she was four years old. Though later that year her manuscript burned in a house fire, she rewrote the entire story and her father, Wilson Follett, an editor at Knopf, supervised its publication in 1927. In this extended fantasy, a young girl, Eepersip, runs away from home to live in idyllic Nature (successively, a meadow, the sea, and, finally, the mountains).
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First published January 1, 1927
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Barbara Newhall Follett
12 books101 followersBarbara Newhall Follett (born March 4, 1914 – December 7, 1939 (disappeared)) was an American child prodigy novelist. Her first novel, The House Without Windows, was published in 1927 when she was thirteen years old. Her next novel, The Voyage of the Norman D., received critical acclaim when she was fourteen.
In 1939 she became depressed with her marriage and walked out of her apartment with just thirty dollars when she was 25 years old. She was never seen again.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barbara_...
In 1939 she became depressed with her marriage and walked out of her apartment with just thirty dollars when she was 25 years old. She was never seen again.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barbara_...
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September 8, 2021
One of the best books I've read. Written by a 12 year old girl, this is an ode to nature and all of the beauties we overlook every day. I don't usually give in depth reviews on goodreads, but hope to talk about this more on YouTube. They say that we can learn a lot from children, and this book shows just how true this is. I'm not overexaggerating when I say it caused me to completely reevaluate parts of my life. More than anything, it's encouraged me to reevaluate my views on minimalism. Eersip does not own anything at all (not even a pair of shoes) and this gives her such freedom. She can wander and explore and walk without worrying about losing her way -- because there's nowhere she needs to be get back to. It gives her freedom. Not having THINGS gives her freedom. It kind of reminds me of an interview in the newest Matt D'Avila minimalism documentary where a man gets emotional and says that minimalism gave him a freedom he hadn't felt since he was four years old.
It's a quite read, but definitely worth trying. If you like Nature Writing, you will love this.
It's a quite read, but definitely worth trying. If you like Nature Writing, you will love this.
March 18, 2013
This very odd little story of a girl who runs away into the forest meadows to become one with nature was written by a homeschooled young girl as a gift for her parents. Her father's editorial note expresses pleasure and pride. I can't help but wonder if either parent was troubled by the oddly-named protagonist, Eepersip Eigleen's, utter disregard for her parents and home. She runs away with the deer without a thought for their feelings, and never misses them. But after a couple years of living with her animal friends she is overcome by an obsessive desire to go to the sea, and leaves her kitten and chipmunk and fawn behind with only the slightest twinge of sorrow. Not once does she express any concern over what might become of them.
If a real person behaved like Eepersip I would start thinking of possible personality disorders. But as the narrative progresses it becomes evident that the little girl, despite her parentage, is not human but some sort of nature spirit. She lives off flowers and berries. She sleeps comfortably in the snow. She throws herself into the stormy waves and plays with them. By the end she is all but insubstantial and invisible.
It is impossible to refrain from thinking of the author's mysterious fate when reading this, but from any angle it is a strange book. The bulk of it is flowery (no pun intended) descriptions of the beauties of nature, heavy on the flowers and butterflies. Action is mostly Eepersip going from one setting to another -- meadow, seashore, island, mountain -- and there dancing and experiencing delight and glee and a sublime exaltation. All the adults in the story are heavy in mind and body, moving and behaving in clumsy, awkward, insensitive ways. One can hardly help rooting for Eepersip to escape from their ham-handed attempts to capture her, but her flight into unreal nature is terribly troubling as well.
It was certainly... different.
If a real person behaved like Eepersip I would start thinking of possible personality disorders. But as the narrative progresses it becomes evident that the little girl, despite her parentage, is not human but some sort of nature spirit. She lives off flowers and berries. She sleeps comfortably in the snow. She throws herself into the stormy waves and plays with them. By the end she is all but insubstantial and invisible.
It is impossible to refrain from thinking of the author's mysterious fate when reading this, but from any angle it is a strange book. The bulk of it is flowery (no pun intended) descriptions of the beauties of nature, heavy on the flowers and butterflies. Action is mostly Eepersip going from one setting to another -- meadow, seashore, island, mountain -- and there dancing and experiencing delight and glee and a sublime exaltation. All the adults in the story are heavy in mind and body, moving and behaving in clumsy, awkward, insensitive ways. One can hardly help rooting for Eepersip to escape from their ham-handed attempts to capture her, but her flight into unreal nature is terribly troubling as well.
It was certainly... different.
February 5, 2020
The important question is: did she really set off to frolic fernclad in the snow? After all the time?
This novelette was written by a 9 year old girl.
Who went on to travel unaccompanied as a boy on a ship at 13.
Who went on to walk out on her life at 25.
And was never heard from again.
Hopefully, she went on to have wonderful adventures. Exactly the ones she envisioned.
Unlikely.
Hopefully.
About the author: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barbara...
Site, dedicated to her life and work: https://www.farksolia.org/
Some of the names used throughout the book made me uneasy. Elfish? Did she study French?
The nature-loving style: Was she influenced by George Sand's Fairy Tales?
What was happening with that family that a kid was untethered to anything long-enough to, like, go off traveling on a ship? Disguised as a boy? Why did the house have no windows? What was that about? Just nature orientedness or something else, more sinister?
The girl who transcended:
Q:
And then – she rose into the air, and, hovering an instant over a great laurel-bush, vanished.
She was a fairy – a wood-nymph. She would be invisible for ever to all mortals, save those few who have minds to believe, eyes to see. To these she is ever present, the spirit of Nature – a sprite of the meadow, a naiad of lakes, a nymph of the woods. (c)
Q:
... she was not a child who could be contented easily, and pretty soon she began to feel lonely again. (c)
Q:
One July day a fresh idea came into her head. She packed some sandwiches and some crackers in a small lunch-basket. Without telling a soul, the next morning before dawn she slipped out of bed, dressed, and picked up her basket; then stole out of the cottage and away. She went east from her home on a shady path through beautiful woodlands, with here and there a grove of great massive pines. And as she walked she sang merrily. ...
The farther she went the more her heart began to leap within her for joy of the life she was finding for herself. Her loneliness decreased, and she was as free and happy as the birds or butterflies. (c)
This novelette was written by a 9 year old girl.
Who went on to travel unaccompanied as a boy on a ship at 13.
Who went on to walk out on her life at 25.
And was never heard from again.
Hopefully, she went on to have wonderful adventures. Exactly the ones she envisioned.
Unlikely.
Hopefully.
About the author: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barbara...
Site, dedicated to her life and work: https://www.farksolia.org/
Some of the names used throughout the book made me uneasy. Elfish? Did she study French?
The nature-loving style: Was she influenced by George Sand's Fairy Tales?
The girl who transcended:
Q:
And then – she rose into the air, and, hovering an instant over a great laurel-bush, vanished.
She was a fairy – a wood-nymph. She would be invisible for ever to all mortals, save those few who have minds to believe, eyes to see. To these she is ever present, the spirit of Nature – a sprite of the meadow, a naiad of lakes, a nymph of the woods. (c)
Q:
... she was not a child who could be contented easily, and pretty soon she began to feel lonely again. (c)
Q:
One July day a fresh idea came into her head. She packed some sandwiches and some crackers in a small lunch-basket. Without telling a soul, the next morning before dawn she slipped out of bed, dressed, and picked up her basket; then stole out of the cottage and away. She went east from her home on a shady path through beautiful woodlands, with here and there a grove of great massive pines. And as she walked she sang merrily. ...
The farther she went the more her heart began to leap within her for joy of the life she was finding for herself. Her loneliness decreased, and she was as free and happy as the birds or butterflies. (c)
November 23, 2019
This book is something special - and for more than one reason.
For starters, it was penned by a child. When Barbara was 8 years old, she decided she'd write a book and give it to her mother a year later. As fate would have it, there was a fire that burnt the only copy of the finished manuscript. The following years, she spent trying to remember and reconstruct the book. But then she started tweaking and eventually wrote a story different from the first. In 1926, when Barbara was 12 years old, this new story was complete and this time, it was published. A staggering 2500 copies were printed and sold, making her book a bestseller and Barbara was hailed as a child genius.
But that is not where her remarkable story ends. Almost immediately, Barbara wrote another book, one about pirates, for which she became a "cabin boy", sailing without her parents for some time (aged only 13!). A few months later, upon her return, she handed in The Voyage of the Norman D., which also got critical acclaim. Aged 18, she hiked the Appalachian Trail together with a young man called Nickerson Rogers. They also travelled through Europe together and eventually got married in 1934 after returning to the US. Work and domesticity set in, however, and a world changed by war meant that she had fallen out of favour with publishers, her work no longer representing what they were looking for.
On December 7, 1939, she walked out of the apartment never to return. There was no note, no nothing. Since she had taken respites from city life a few times, it took her husband some weeks to report her missing. That and the fact that she was reported unter her married name meant that the world barely noticed that a famous and celebrated author had vanished. Her husband was investigated because the couple hadn't been happy. In fact, he had wanted a divorce, but then they had decided to try and work things out again. Then she had left.
To this day, nobody knows what happened. Had she simply wandered off, like in her childhood years, seeking an inspiring adventure? Had she found a private spot to kill herself? Did she go for an innocent walk and was murdered? We'll never know.
So what is this book actually about? The protagonist is called Eepersip (the name alone made me curious) and she is a wild child. She lives in a house without windows and therefore feels very much imprisoned. Thus, she runs away. Every time, she is found and brought back by her concerned parents, only to escape into nature once again. First to a meadow, then the sea, and eventually the mountains. Every landscape is unique and therefore offers something new, but always something wonderful.
I find her story fascinating because Barbara was clearly looking for something in life that society couldn't give her and conventions even prevented her from finding - just like the protagonist she created all those years before she ever was afflicted by the sense of imprisonment herself. Both she and Eepersip were very much addicted to and in love with nature and after reading this book I can confirm that the author had a marvellous way of presenting the beauty and serenity of it as well as its healing qualities. Not to mention that I can hardly believe a 12-year-old child could write like this (about anything)!
This book is presented in a gorgeous edition featuring illustrations by Jackie Morris. Some of these illustrations (from all three parts of the book) I'm showing in this review to give you an idea. It's the perfect way to underscore the connection the author (and protagonist) felt with the natural world.
For starters, it was penned by a child. When Barbara was 8 years old, she decided she'd write a book and give it to her mother a year later. As fate would have it, there was a fire that burnt the only copy of the finished manuscript. The following years, she spent trying to remember and reconstruct the book. But then she started tweaking and eventually wrote a story different from the first. In 1926, when Barbara was 12 years old, this new story was complete and this time, it was published. A staggering 2500 copies were printed and sold, making her book a bestseller and Barbara was hailed as a child genius.
But that is not where her remarkable story ends. Almost immediately, Barbara wrote another book, one about pirates, for which she became a "cabin boy", sailing without her parents for some time (aged only 13!). A few months later, upon her return, she handed in The Voyage of the Norman D., which also got critical acclaim. Aged 18, she hiked the Appalachian Trail together with a young man called Nickerson Rogers. They also travelled through Europe together and eventually got married in 1934 after returning to the US. Work and domesticity set in, however, and a world changed by war meant that she had fallen out of favour with publishers, her work no longer representing what they were looking for.
On December 7, 1939, she walked out of the apartment never to return. There was no note, no nothing. Since she had taken respites from city life a few times, it took her husband some weeks to report her missing. That and the fact that she was reported unter her married name meant that the world barely noticed that a famous and celebrated author had vanished. Her husband was investigated because the couple hadn't been happy. In fact, he had wanted a divorce, but then they had decided to try and work things out again. Then she had left.
To this day, nobody knows what happened. Had she simply wandered off, like in her childhood years, seeking an inspiring adventure? Had she found a private spot to kill herself? Did she go for an innocent walk and was murdered? We'll never know.
So what is this book actually about? The protagonist is called Eepersip (the name alone made me curious) and she is a wild child. She lives in a house without windows and therefore feels very much imprisoned. Thus, she runs away. Every time, she is found and brought back by her concerned parents, only to escape into nature once again. First to a meadow, then the sea, and eventually the mountains. Every landscape is unique and therefore offers something new, but always something wonderful.
I find her story fascinating because Barbara was clearly looking for something in life that society couldn't give her and conventions even prevented her from finding - just like the protagonist she created all those years before she ever was afflicted by the sense of imprisonment herself. Both she and Eepersip were very much addicted to and in love with nature and after reading this book I can confirm that the author had a marvellous way of presenting the beauty and serenity of it as well as its healing qualities. Not to mention that I can hardly believe a 12-year-old child could write like this (about anything)!
This book is presented in a gorgeous edition featuring illustrations by Jackie Morris. Some of these illustrations (from all three parts of the book) I'm showing in this review to give you an idea. It's the perfect way to underscore the connection the author (and protagonist) felt with the natural world.
June 18, 2020
I read about Barbara Newhall Follett's The House Without Windows in a Waterstones newsletter, and thought it sounded intriguing. I did a little more research, and discovered that the book was written when the author was just nine years old, and published when she was twelve, in 1927. The twenty five-year-old Newhall Follett later disappeared in 1939, quite mysteriously, and it is not known what happened to her. I was fascinated by her story, and decided to purchase a copy of The House Without Windows - my first book purchase of 2020, in the month of May.
The House Without Windows follows a young and 'rather lonely' female protagonist, who goes by the odd but sweet name of Eepersip Eigleen. She has spent years creating the perfect garden with the help of her parents, but soon tires of it; she is, comments Newhall Follett, 'not a child who could be contented easily'. Eepersip decides that she has had enough of her family life, and that she is old enough to run away. She plans to live outside, in the company of various creatures, for the rest of her life. In Jackie Morris' preface, Eepersip is described as a 'heroine, a runaway seeker'.
As soon as Eepersip steals away from home in the early morning and begins to walk, her mood changes: 'The farther she went the more her heart began to loop within her for joy of the life she was finding for herself. Her loneliness decreased, and she was as free and happy as the birds or butterflies.' Everything which she comes across on her subsequent walk feels quite idyllic, down to her feeding a doe a sugarcube, which she just happens to have lying in the wicker basket which she has brought along with her.
As one might expect with such a young author, there is little realism here. On the second day, Eepersip - 'determined to get her feet toughened so as to go barefoot all the time' - decides to discard her shoes and socks. She wears none for the duration of her time outside, not even in the snow, and faces no medical problems as a result. She also eats a great deal of roots and berries, all of which are, of course, delicious morsels, and not filled to the brim with poison.
Eepersip's parents only begin to worry about her after three days have passed, and then randomly decide to give up their house to another couple who are not much liked by others in their village. They then go to hunt for Eepersip; they hatch a plan to hide behind some trees in the forest, and plan to '"catch her when she goes past."' What ensues is a cat and mouse-esque game, where Eepersip continually outwits the adults: 'For hours every day she practiced running, leaping, dancing, and prowling, until she was as fleet as a deer and as soft on her feet as a lynx.' She can also, apparently, vault a large male deer...
Newhall Follett's descriptions are both perceptive and beautiful, and it is sometimes difficult to believe that they were written by someone so young. A corner of Eepersip's garden, for instance, is 'carpeted with tender anemones, all snow-white', and 'the paths through the garden had gracefully bending ferns on each side.' Eepersip's asides are quite lovely, too: '"Dawn comes to earth sometimes," she thought, "bringing her flower-clouds and clasping them with pearl seeds."' The prose is often filled with whimsy in this way.
The New York Times comments that the novel is 'a mirror on the child mind', and I have to agree. It is fanciful and filled with imagination, and runs along at pace. I found it quite lovely that the edition which I read is presented exactly as it was written by the 'American child prodigy novelist'. The novel is entirely absorbing, and whilst the modern reader will surely be surprised by some of the events which occur, it is quite a delightful read. Newhall Follett's prose is old-fashioned, and quite charming, and she demonstrates well how glorious the outside world is. She has a lot of insight, too, about the way in which many people take nature for granted.
The House Without Windows is highly fanciful, and I have not read anything quite like it before. Eepersip proves herself to be a resourceful child, with a wonderful imagination: 'She could imagine miniature cities in the air, and saw little butterflies and birds constantly going and coming from them. There were cities on the ground, too, where orchestras of grasshoppers and crickets played in the grass.' Whilst the prose and descriptions here are elevated far above what I would expect a nine-year-old's writing to be, the plot is fantastical and quite unrealistic throughout; this, I admit, I was expecting. Time passes so quickly in The House Without Windows, and we barrel from one season to the next in a single sentence. In some ways, it must be said that this book is quite remarkable, and it is certainly a worthwhile piece of juvenilia to pick up.
The House Without Windows follows a young and 'rather lonely' female protagonist, who goes by the odd but sweet name of Eepersip Eigleen. She has spent years creating the perfect garden with the help of her parents, but soon tires of it; she is, comments Newhall Follett, 'not a child who could be contented easily'. Eepersip decides that she has had enough of her family life, and that she is old enough to run away. She plans to live outside, in the company of various creatures, for the rest of her life. In Jackie Morris' preface, Eepersip is described as a 'heroine, a runaway seeker'.
As soon as Eepersip steals away from home in the early morning and begins to walk, her mood changes: 'The farther she went the more her heart began to loop within her for joy of the life she was finding for herself. Her loneliness decreased, and she was as free and happy as the birds or butterflies.' Everything which she comes across on her subsequent walk feels quite idyllic, down to her feeding a doe a sugarcube, which she just happens to have lying in the wicker basket which she has brought along with her.
As one might expect with such a young author, there is little realism here. On the second day, Eepersip - 'determined to get her feet toughened so as to go barefoot all the time' - decides to discard her shoes and socks. She wears none for the duration of her time outside, not even in the snow, and faces no medical problems as a result. She also eats a great deal of roots and berries, all of which are, of course, delicious morsels, and not filled to the brim with poison.
Eepersip's parents only begin to worry about her after three days have passed, and then randomly decide to give up their house to another couple who are not much liked by others in their village. They then go to hunt for Eepersip; they hatch a plan to hide behind some trees in the forest, and plan to '"catch her when she goes past."' What ensues is a cat and mouse-esque game, where Eepersip continually outwits the adults: 'For hours every day she practiced running, leaping, dancing, and prowling, until she was as fleet as a deer and as soft on her feet as a lynx.' She can also, apparently, vault a large male deer...
Newhall Follett's descriptions are both perceptive and beautiful, and it is sometimes difficult to believe that they were written by someone so young. A corner of Eepersip's garden, for instance, is 'carpeted with tender anemones, all snow-white', and 'the paths through the garden had gracefully bending ferns on each side.' Eepersip's asides are quite lovely, too: '"Dawn comes to earth sometimes," she thought, "bringing her flower-clouds and clasping them with pearl seeds."' The prose is often filled with whimsy in this way.
The New York Times comments that the novel is 'a mirror on the child mind', and I have to agree. It is fanciful and filled with imagination, and runs along at pace. I found it quite lovely that the edition which I read is presented exactly as it was written by the 'American child prodigy novelist'. The novel is entirely absorbing, and whilst the modern reader will surely be surprised by some of the events which occur, it is quite a delightful read. Newhall Follett's prose is old-fashioned, and quite charming, and she demonstrates well how glorious the outside world is. She has a lot of insight, too, about the way in which many people take nature for granted.
The House Without Windows is highly fanciful, and I have not read anything quite like it before. Eepersip proves herself to be a resourceful child, with a wonderful imagination: 'She could imagine miniature cities in the air, and saw little butterflies and birds constantly going and coming from them. There were cities on the ground, too, where orchestras of grasshoppers and crickets played in the grass.' Whilst the prose and descriptions here are elevated far above what I would expect a nine-year-old's writing to be, the plot is fantastical and quite unrealistic throughout; this, I admit, I was expecting. Time passes so quickly in The House Without Windows, and we barrel from one season to the next in a single sentence. In some ways, it must be said that this book is quite remarkable, and it is certainly a worthwhile piece of juvenilia to pick up.
April 22, 2021
>>Die Blumen sind verblüht,
die Schmetterlingsflügel sind müde,
und in der Ferne erklingt der Gesang des ewigen Meeres.<<
„Die Welt ohne Fenster“ von Barbara Newhall Follett, mit einem Vorwort und Illustrationen von Jackie Morris - ...ein Buch, das mich wirklich staunen lies. Ein Buch, das mich berührt hat und ein Mädchen, vor dem ich meinen Hut ziehe!
Barbara Newhall Follett war gerade einmal 12 Jahre jung, als sie diese unglaublich bezaubernde Geschichte schrieb. In so jungen Jahren hat sie eine Naturverbundenheit, gepaart mit Poesie, dem grenzenlosen Freiheitsgefühl und einem tiefen nachdenklich stimmenden Kern miteinander verwoben, das ist wirklich unglaublich! Und einfach unglaublich bezaubernd, wie ich finde. Man spürt die jugendliche Frische, den Drang den gesellschaftlichen Konvention zu trotzen und sieht zudem unheimlich fein, sanft und fast schon magisch gezeichneten Bilder beim Lesen, zumindest erging es mir so.
Dazu kommt aber eben auch der wichtige Kern der Geschichte, der von einer 12-jährigen einfach richtig eindringlich und ausdrucksstark herausgearbeitet wurde.
Für mich ist dieses Buch absolut ein großes Lesehighlight, einer kleinen Persönlichkeit, die wie ich finde starke Größe bewiesen hat und mit dieser Geschichten vollends mein Leserherz getroffen und verzaubert hat.💖
die Schmetterlingsflügel sind müde,
und in der Ferne erklingt der Gesang des ewigen Meeres.<<
„Die Welt ohne Fenster“ von Barbara Newhall Follett, mit einem Vorwort und Illustrationen von Jackie Morris - ...ein Buch, das mich wirklich staunen lies. Ein Buch, das mich berührt hat und ein Mädchen, vor dem ich meinen Hut ziehe!
Barbara Newhall Follett war gerade einmal 12 Jahre jung, als sie diese unglaublich bezaubernde Geschichte schrieb. In so jungen Jahren hat sie eine Naturverbundenheit, gepaart mit Poesie, dem grenzenlosen Freiheitsgefühl und einem tiefen nachdenklich stimmenden Kern miteinander verwoben, das ist wirklich unglaublich! Und einfach unglaublich bezaubernd, wie ich finde. Man spürt die jugendliche Frische, den Drang den gesellschaftlichen Konvention zu trotzen und sieht zudem unheimlich fein, sanft und fast schon magisch gezeichneten Bilder beim Lesen, zumindest erging es mir so.
Dazu kommt aber eben auch der wichtige Kern der Geschichte, der von einer 12-jährigen einfach richtig eindringlich und ausdrucksstark herausgearbeitet wurde.
Für mich ist dieses Buch absolut ein großes Lesehighlight, einer kleinen Persönlichkeit, die wie ich finde starke Größe bewiesen hat und mit dieser Geschichten vollends mein Leserherz getroffen und verzaubert hat.💖
December 16, 2015
When taken in perspective this is a fascinating creation. Based on a lost manuscript written when Ms. Follett was nine years old, she rewrote it from memory at the age of twelve and was published and acclaimed by the age of thirteen. It represents a singular look into the mind of a child and the imagination of a prodigy.
Her father credits this miracle on both the nature of his daughter and technology:
"And, almost above all, having used a typewriter as a plaything from a time that she can't remember, she was able to rattle off an easy 1200 words an hour, without any awareness of the physical process, years before penmanship could have developed half the proficiency, even with intense concentration on the physical process alone."
He gives us hope to say the least that social media and texting may realize a positive aspect for our youth and our culture before it is has run its course in our civilization. In some ways the keyboard may reflect the only way that a written record can be created for the experience of the child's world.
The story foreshadows the future life choices of Ms. Follett including issues of love, insecurity, and abandonment. It is heartrending to read the conclusion of the novel when one reflects on the fact that one night in 1939 Barbara left her home with $30 in her pocket and was never seen again. She appears to have succumb to her thoughts and feelings recorded in her personal correspondence from 1930, "My dreams are going through their death flurries. They are dying before the steel javelins and arrows of a world of Time and Money."
It is also a joyful tale of freedom and the idealization of the primitive. Its uniqueness is as a novel, a de novo in the original sense of the word.
Her father credits this miracle on both the nature of his daughter and technology:
"And, almost above all, having used a typewriter as a plaything from a time that she can't remember, she was able to rattle off an easy 1200 words an hour, without any awareness of the physical process, years before penmanship could have developed half the proficiency, even with intense concentration on the physical process alone."
He gives us hope to say the least that social media and texting may realize a positive aspect for our youth and our culture before it is has run its course in our civilization. In some ways the keyboard may reflect the only way that a written record can be created for the experience of the child's world.
The story foreshadows the future life choices of Ms. Follett including issues of love, insecurity, and abandonment. It is heartrending to read the conclusion of the novel when one reflects on the fact that one night in 1939 Barbara left her home with $30 in her pocket and was never seen again. She appears to have succumb to her thoughts and feelings recorded in her personal correspondence from 1930, "My dreams are going through their death flurries. They are dying before the steel javelins and arrows of a world of Time and Money."
It is also a joyful tale of freedom and the idealization of the primitive. Its uniqueness is as a novel, a de novo in the original sense of the word.
March 10, 2022
1,5 Sterne
Das war nicht meins...
Das war nicht meins...
January 5, 2015
This book was a bit disturbing.
A young girl leaves her parents to go live in the woods. She avoids them and society at all costs to be on her own. Later on she finds out she has a sister and tries to lure her away from her parents as well.
That's twisted on some level. Really.
A young girl leaves her parents to go live in the woods. She avoids them and society at all costs to be on her own. Later on she finds out she has a sister and tries to lure her away from her parents as well.
That's twisted on some level. Really.
December 31, 2018
The author’s personal sad story aside, this is a charming well-written fantasy of a mature writing style. The ideas are not mature and flushed out as in Alice in Wonderland, which this has a similar charm. Impressive what an 8 year old can do.
April 21, 2022
I read this book a while ago and it was honestly a very hard book to read.
It wasn't written really well at all and it definitely got confusing at times. the author described the ocean so beautifully I fell involve with the description of it. the made everything, no matter if it is dangerous of not, so intriguing. this book was definitely very beautiful but it didn't really have a strong plot and the character development was limited.
It wasn't written really well at all and it definitely got confusing at times. the author described the ocean so beautifully I fell involve with the description of it. the made everything, no matter if it is dangerous of not, so intriguing. this book was definitely very beautiful but it didn't really have a strong plot and the character development was limited.
January 11, 2020
The back story of the writer is as extraordinary as the book itself. Look it up. Published when she was twelve this is a simple elegy to nature, beautiful, evocative and uplifting.
January 2, 2021
(2.5) A bizarre children’s fantasy novel more noteworthy for its publication history and author biography than for the actual text. Eepersip Eigleen runs away from home to be at one with nature, living first in a meadow, then by the sea, and finally in the mountains. As she becomes increasingly feral, she resists her parents’ and neighbors’ attempts to recapture her, and instead tries to get her little sister to come join her. The book wouldn’t be worth remarking on were it not for the fact that Newhall Follett wrote it for her mother at age nine and, after a house fire, reconstructed it from memory so that it could be published when she was 12. It’s also interesting to ponder how the fable of a girl who can’t be tamed prefigured the author’s decision to leave her marriage and, at age 25, disappear. What happened to her is still a total mystery.
April 30, 2022
This is one of the strangest books I ever remember having read: written a century ago by a precocious child of twelve, it doesn’t slip easily into any neat category. Neither fable or fairytale, morality tale or narrative of magical realism, it instead speaks of a yearning that supercedes any adherence to a life of accepted norms, a selfishishness that cuts itself free from social contact and familial ties.
And what is this windowless house? Why, it’s the great outdoors, Nature’s boundless domain; and this tale tells of a delight in the variety contained in the wild and — as the original subtitle announced — Eepersip’s Life There. Eepersip is a child of Nature, forsaking family and friends to dance and sing, and watch and listen, and merge with vegetation and living things and landscape in this house without boundaries, its ceiling the ever-changing sky.
In reality that yearning to be at one with wild creatures and natural elements was in part a reflection of the author’s own desires: after The House Without Windows was published, she even briefly tried the life of a cabin boy, using her experience in an adventure story (published as The Voyage of the Norma D.) on her return in 1928, when she was still just 14. The story of her own life reads as equally fantastical, but her first novel gives as good an impression of the vividness of her inner life.
Eepersip Eigleen resides with her parents somewhere similar to the New England of the author, in a cottage in the foothills of a mountain, amid countryside bursting with colour and life. But she doesn’t like being hemmed in, so one day she packs some food and steals away east, towards the mountain, settling in a verdant meadow. Her parents are desperate to have her back, however, and with the help of neighbours try to capture her, with mixed results.
In the meantime Eepersip has been making friends with wild deer, butterflies and a chipmunk, living off berries and roots and sleeping in a foxhole, and has no intention of returning to live within four walls. And bit by bit she is becoming more wild, more fey, clothing herself in woven ferns and flowers, going barefoot, living free; whenever the ecstacy takes her she sings and dances in the open, bathes in pools, explores her surroundings. Then, from the top of Mount Vacrobius, she spies the sea and so much longs to go there.
Her time in the meadow takes up one part, and that is followed by further time — months and years again — first by the sea and then in a range of snow-capped mountains. She sees few people, in fact she aims to avoid them, but she would also like to have like-monded friends if they exist. Will young Toby fit the bill? And what of the new sister, Fleuriss, she hears about when she eavesdrops on a conversation? Can she, a little like Peter Pan, entice them to join her?
My edition of this novel calls it “a visionary work of feminist empowerment,” and it certainly feels like it — an extraordinary work in any period but especially then, when women were expected to be tied to the home, in a building with windows. The artist and writer Jackie Morris recognised that power in the introduction she wrote and in her own distinctive inkwash illustrations of birds, flowers, animals, insects and landscapes, all as delicate as Chinese paintings, which adorn the pages.
My impressions are these. Though there are descriptive passages which might feel repetitive they are actually like leitmotifs in a piece of music, especially when Eepersip takes to her free-spirited carolling and dancing. I detected parallels with Peter Pan and also with the nature-writing in Charles Kingsley’s The Water-Babies, but in truth The House Without Windows feels virtually sui generis, particularly because the voice of the author is very much her own, child-like but never childish.
Does Eepersip ever return to her family after her life in the wild? Or, having successively taken on many of the characteristic of dryad and naiad, will she forever remain a nymph, existing in a Faërie which she has created for herself? Unlike the mystery of the author’s disappearance in her twenties there is finally an answer, and it’s in the pages of this novel.
And what is this windowless house? Why, it’s the great outdoors, Nature’s boundless domain; and this tale tells of a delight in the variety contained in the wild and — as the original subtitle announced — Eepersip’s Life There. Eepersip is a child of Nature, forsaking family and friends to dance and sing, and watch and listen, and merge with vegetation and living things and landscape in this house without boundaries, its ceiling the ever-changing sky.
In reality that yearning to be at one with wild creatures and natural elements was in part a reflection of the author’s own desires: after The House Without Windows was published, she even briefly tried the life of a cabin boy, using her experience in an adventure story (published as The Voyage of the Norma D.) on her return in 1928, when she was still just 14. The story of her own life reads as equally fantastical, but her first novel gives as good an impression of the vividness of her inner life.
Eepersip Eigleen resides with her parents somewhere similar to the New England of the author, in a cottage in the foothills of a mountain, amid countryside bursting with colour and life. But she doesn’t like being hemmed in, so one day she packs some food and steals away east, towards the mountain, settling in a verdant meadow. Her parents are desperate to have her back, however, and with the help of neighbours try to capture her, with mixed results.
In the meantime Eepersip has been making friends with wild deer, butterflies and a chipmunk, living off berries and roots and sleeping in a foxhole, and has no intention of returning to live within four walls. And bit by bit she is becoming more wild, more fey, clothing herself in woven ferns and flowers, going barefoot, living free; whenever the ecstacy takes her she sings and dances in the open, bathes in pools, explores her surroundings. Then, from the top of Mount Vacrobius, she spies the sea and so much longs to go there.
Her time in the meadow takes up one part, and that is followed by further time — months and years again — first by the sea and then in a range of snow-capped mountains. She sees few people, in fact she aims to avoid them, but she would also like to have like-monded friends if they exist. Will young Toby fit the bill? And what of the new sister, Fleuriss, she hears about when she eavesdrops on a conversation? Can she, a little like Peter Pan, entice them to join her?
Perhaps she had made a mistake in taking Fleuriss away. Maybe it was true that they had to go in different directions — that she herself could not live at home, and that her little sister could not live elsewhere. And even in Eepersip’s untamed heart there was a bit of pity. And she found that that pity just kept growing.
My edition of this novel calls it “a visionary work of feminist empowerment,” and it certainly feels like it — an extraordinary work in any period but especially then, when women were expected to be tied to the home, in a building with windows. The artist and writer Jackie Morris recognised that power in the introduction she wrote and in her own distinctive inkwash illustrations of birds, flowers, animals, insects and landscapes, all as delicate as Chinese paintings, which adorn the pages.
My impressions are these. Though there are descriptive passages which might feel repetitive they are actually like leitmotifs in a piece of music, especially when Eepersip takes to her free-spirited carolling and dancing. I detected parallels with Peter Pan and also with the nature-writing in Charles Kingsley’s The Water-Babies, but in truth The House Without Windows feels virtually sui generis, particularly because the voice of the author is very much her own, child-like but never childish.
Does Eepersip ever return to her family after her life in the wild? Or, having successively taken on many of the characteristic of dryad and naiad, will she forever remain a nymph, existing in a Faërie which she has created for herself? Unlike the mystery of the author’s disappearance in her twenties there is finally an answer, and it’s in the pages of this novel.
February 26, 2023
Für mich ist das Vorwort von Jackie Morris und was wir dadurch über die junge Autorin Barbara Newhall Follett erfahren haben das Spannenste und leider auch Notwendige um die Geschichte anzunehmen. Die Erzählung um die Protagonistin Epersip selbst bleibt eine Geschichte, wie man sie einem anderen Kind erzählen würde. Weit weg von Realität (ohne Übernatürlichkeit) und erwachsenen Perspektiven geht es um ein Mädchen, das es stetig in die Natur hinauszieht und für die das Leben hinter verschlossenen Türen unvorstellbar ist. Sie hat kaum ein Bedürfnis nach der Gesellschaft von anderen Menschen, schon gar nicht von Erwachsenen, egal ob sie sie beschützen oder lieben wollen. Allein die Gegenwart von Tieren und der Natur selbst sind für sie genug. So tanzt sie den ganzen Tag zusammen mit Schmetterlingen über Wiesen, spielt mit den Wellen des Meeres oder erklettert barfüßig die Berge.
Für eine 12-jährige Autorin und mit damaligem Zugang zu Informationen über die Tier- und Pflanzenwelt bleibt es beeindruckend geschrieben. Auch der Wortschatz dem sie sich bedient und in meist kurze und doch einfache Sätze verpackt ist beeindrucken. Und dennoch passiert tatsächlich nicht viel an Handlung. Viel mehr geht es um den inneren Freiheitsdran des Mädchens und ausschweifende (sich zum Teil wiederholende) Beschreibungen der Umgebung. "Stundenlanges" Fangenspielen und Verteufeln der Eltern, das problemlose Überleben bei Wind und Wetter und allein durch leckere Beeren und Wurzeln waren mir einfach zu naiv. Und das stand in einem großen Widerspruch zum Schreibstil, der mich einfach nicht hat ankommen lassen.
Leider konnte ich keine Sympathie zur Protagonistin aufbauen. Das unrealistische und fast schon pupertäre/sture Verhalten musste ich mir gedanklich selbst immer rechtfertigen, bei dem Gedanken daran, von wem es wann geschrieben wurde. Leider musste ich mich letztlich doch durch quälen. Ich dachte ich würde mich auf die Naturbeschreibungen gut und gern einlassen können, empfand es aber leider meist nur langweilig.
Trotzdem bleibt die Optik dieser Ausgabe ein großes Plus und gibt der ganzen Geschichte einen gewaltigen Mehrwert. Nicht nur der Einband und der Schutzumschlag sind eine Augenweide, auch die Aquarell- oder Tuschezeichnungen im Inneren sind sehr gut eingewebt.
Ich denke bei diesem Buch kommt es auch ganz stark auf den Leser selbst an wie es empfunden wird.
Ich habe das Buch als Rezensionsexemplar erhalten.
Für eine 12-jährige Autorin und mit damaligem Zugang zu Informationen über die Tier- und Pflanzenwelt bleibt es beeindruckend geschrieben. Auch der Wortschatz dem sie sich bedient und in meist kurze und doch einfache Sätze verpackt ist beeindrucken. Und dennoch passiert tatsächlich nicht viel an Handlung. Viel mehr geht es um den inneren Freiheitsdran des Mädchens und ausschweifende (sich zum Teil wiederholende) Beschreibungen der Umgebung. "Stundenlanges" Fangenspielen und Verteufeln der Eltern, das problemlose Überleben bei Wind und Wetter und allein durch leckere Beeren und Wurzeln waren mir einfach zu naiv. Und das stand in einem großen Widerspruch zum Schreibstil, der mich einfach nicht hat ankommen lassen.
Leider konnte ich keine Sympathie zur Protagonistin aufbauen. Das unrealistische und fast schon pupertäre/sture Verhalten musste ich mir gedanklich selbst immer rechtfertigen, bei dem Gedanken daran, von wem es wann geschrieben wurde. Leider musste ich mich letztlich doch durch quälen. Ich dachte ich würde mich auf die Naturbeschreibungen gut und gern einlassen können, empfand es aber leider meist nur langweilig.
Trotzdem bleibt die Optik dieser Ausgabe ein großes Plus und gibt der ganzen Geschichte einen gewaltigen Mehrwert. Nicht nur der Einband und der Schutzumschlag sind eine Augenweide, auch die Aquarell- oder Tuschezeichnungen im Inneren sind sehr gut eingewebt.
Ich denke bei diesem Buch kommt es auch ganz stark auf den Leser selbst an wie es empfunden wird.
Ich habe das Buch als Rezensionsexemplar erhalten.
April 24, 2021
Die Welt ohne Fenster – Barbara Newhall Follett
Illustrationen : Jackie Morris
„Dies ist eine Geschichte über Anwesenheit und Abwesenheit. Ein Rätsel, eine Fantasie.“
(Vorwort)
„Über die Zeit und
über einen Ozean hinweg
erklingt eine Stimme, ein Echo vom Horizont.“
Barbara Newhall Follet schrieb diesen Roman vor fast einem Jahrhundert. Dennoch transportiert er eine Klarheit und Dringlichkeit,
die allen Naturliebhabern aus der Seele sprechen.
Barbara Newhall Follet war ein amerikanisches Wunderkind. Geboren im Jahr 1914, veröffentlichte sie ihren ersten Roman, Die Welt ohne Fenster,
mit nur zwölf Jahren. Er wurde ein Bestseller. Das nächste Buch folgte ein Jahr später. Kurz vor Weihnachten 1939 ist sie 25 und Berichten zufolge unglücklich in ihrer Ehe.
Mit dreißig Dollar in der Tasche verließ sie eines Abends das Haus und wurde nie wieder gesehen. Das Geheimnis um ihr Verschwinden ist bis heute nicht gelüftet.
🧚♀️🧚♀️🧚♀️🧚♀️
Eepersips Geschichte:
Die junge Eepersip möchte nicht in einem Haus mit Türen, Fenstern und einem Dach leben. Ihr Herz verlangt nach dem Duft von Erde, nach dem Wind,
der durch Baumkronen bläst, nach dem beständigen Summen und Brummen von Insekten. Sie läuft davon, um in der Wildnis zu leben – zuerst auf einer
Waldwiese, dann am Meer, und schließlich in den Bergen. Ihre Eltern sind zutiefst betrübt. Sie folgen ihr, bringen sie zurück in die vermeintliche Sicherheit
und sperren sie in der erdrückenden Stille des Hauses ein. Doch Eepersip lässt sich nicht aufhalten: Sie entkommt ein zweites Mal und folgt ihrem wilden
Herzen nach draußen, ganz weit weg.
🧚♀️🧚♀️
Für mich ist Barbara von Anfang an ein auf die Erde gefallener Engel oder aber eine Art Naturwesen, deren schlussendliche Bestimmung
sie dann im Alter von 25 Jahren dann folgte und für immer in den Wäldern verschwand und sich darin auflöste. Dieses Buch hier ist ihr Vermächtnis.
🧚♀️🧚♀️
Ich habe mich zutiefst darin wiedergefunden und kann nur eine absolute Leseempfehlung aussprechen.🌸💕🌸
Illustrationen : Jackie Morris
„Dies ist eine Geschichte über Anwesenheit und Abwesenheit. Ein Rätsel, eine Fantasie.“
(Vorwort)
„Über die Zeit und
über einen Ozean hinweg
erklingt eine Stimme, ein Echo vom Horizont.“
Barbara Newhall Follet schrieb diesen Roman vor fast einem Jahrhundert. Dennoch transportiert er eine Klarheit und Dringlichkeit,
die allen Naturliebhabern aus der Seele sprechen.
Barbara Newhall Follet war ein amerikanisches Wunderkind. Geboren im Jahr 1914, veröffentlichte sie ihren ersten Roman, Die Welt ohne Fenster,
mit nur zwölf Jahren. Er wurde ein Bestseller. Das nächste Buch folgte ein Jahr später. Kurz vor Weihnachten 1939 ist sie 25 und Berichten zufolge unglücklich in ihrer Ehe.
Mit dreißig Dollar in der Tasche verließ sie eines Abends das Haus und wurde nie wieder gesehen. Das Geheimnis um ihr Verschwinden ist bis heute nicht gelüftet.
🧚♀️🧚♀️🧚♀️🧚♀️
Eepersips Geschichte:
Die junge Eepersip möchte nicht in einem Haus mit Türen, Fenstern und einem Dach leben. Ihr Herz verlangt nach dem Duft von Erde, nach dem Wind,
der durch Baumkronen bläst, nach dem beständigen Summen und Brummen von Insekten. Sie läuft davon, um in der Wildnis zu leben – zuerst auf einer
Waldwiese, dann am Meer, und schließlich in den Bergen. Ihre Eltern sind zutiefst betrübt. Sie folgen ihr, bringen sie zurück in die vermeintliche Sicherheit
und sperren sie in der erdrückenden Stille des Hauses ein. Doch Eepersip lässt sich nicht aufhalten: Sie entkommt ein zweites Mal und folgt ihrem wilden
Herzen nach draußen, ganz weit weg.
🧚♀️🧚♀️
Für mich ist Barbara von Anfang an ein auf die Erde gefallener Engel oder aber eine Art Naturwesen, deren schlussendliche Bestimmung
sie dann im Alter von 25 Jahren dann folgte und für immer in den Wäldern verschwand und sich darin auflöste. Dieses Buch hier ist ihr Vermächtnis.
🧚♀️🧚♀️
Ich habe mich zutiefst darin wiedergefunden und kann nur eine absolute Leseempfehlung aussprechen.🌸💕🌸
December 12, 2017
“Suddenly, she heard a sound--the magical sound of the waves as they crashed on the rocks. In they would come, pounding, roaring, breaking upon the shore. The foam and spume would fly back and leap up into the air. Everything sounded strange--stranger than anything Eepersip had ever heard. No words can describe what she imagined. She never had had such a lot of emotions in her head at the same time. She tried to describe them to herself, but soon gave it up as useless. She thought ‘Here I am; I see it; you don’t need to tell me about it!’ And then she realized she was alone, knowing in her own mind what it was like, yet unable to stop wishing that she could describe the hollow, ringing sound. Was she becoming homesick? No! it was sheer delight.”
November 25, 2017
i read this book when i was 11 years old. and was deeply moved by it. i remember wanting to be like eepersip, living like a forest spirit. the ending hurt a little but also gave my early self a sense of flight. it's really hard to describe this book but if you can find a copy, read it. if you look up barbara newhall follet, you will see that her personal life was as odd and eerie as her writing... i hope she was able to be free like the character in her story...
Judging from some of the reviews by people who don't get it or are underwhelmed by the story, i can honestly say that I am glad i read it as a child without the filters that slam into place as we get older. i identified with her on so many levels as i believe only a child really can.
Judging from some of the reviews by people who don't get it or are underwhelmed by the story, i can honestly say that I am glad i read it as a child without the filters that slam into place as we get older. i identified with her on so many levels as i believe only a child really can.
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August 27, 2021
Rezensionsexemplar
Ein unglaublich fantasievolles und märchenhaftes Buch.
Geschrieben von einem amerikanischen Wunderkind im Alter von 12 Jahren. Mit 25 Jahren verlässt sie ihr Haus und ihren Mann und ward von da an, nie wieder gesehen. Bis heute ist ihr verschwinden ungelüftet und bleibt ein Rätsel.
Der Roman erschien ursprünglich 1927 und wurde 2019 neu aufgelegt.
Eepersip hasste Menschen und Häuser und war sehr naturverbunden, also entschied sie eines Tages von Zuhause wegzulaufen und in der Natur zu leben.
Sie fand eine wunderschöne Wiese für sich und lebte dort
in Frieden mit der Natur und den Tieren, mit denen sie schnell Freundschaft schloss.
Sie singt und tanzt den lieben langen Tag und ist unheimlich glücklich.
Doch versucht sie sich immer von Menschen und Häusern fern zu halten.
Sie trinkt das Wasser aus Bächen und Quellen und lebt von Beeren und Wurzeln.
Natürlich suchten die Eltern ihre Tochter Eepersip verzweifelt, doch dieses Unterfangen sollte misslingen.
Nach einiger Zeit zog es Eepersip ans Meer, sie verlebte dort auch viele glückliche Tage und erlebte kleine Abenteuer, bis es sie in die Berge zog.
Wir haben wunderschöne und zauberhafte Beschreibungen der Natur und Eepersips liebe zu ihr. Eine magische Geschichte über Freiheit und darüber seinen eigenen Weg zu gehen, koste es was es wolle. Eine Welt ohne Fenster.
Ein neues Lieblingsbuch!
Ein unglaublich fantasievolles und märchenhaftes Buch.
Geschrieben von einem amerikanischen Wunderkind im Alter von 12 Jahren. Mit 25 Jahren verlässt sie ihr Haus und ihren Mann und ward von da an, nie wieder gesehen. Bis heute ist ihr verschwinden ungelüftet und bleibt ein Rätsel.
Der Roman erschien ursprünglich 1927 und wurde 2019 neu aufgelegt.
Eepersip hasste Menschen und Häuser und war sehr naturverbunden, also entschied sie eines Tages von Zuhause wegzulaufen und in der Natur zu leben.
Sie fand eine wunderschöne Wiese für sich und lebte dort
in Frieden mit der Natur und den Tieren, mit denen sie schnell Freundschaft schloss.
Sie singt und tanzt den lieben langen Tag und ist unheimlich glücklich.
Doch versucht sie sich immer von Menschen und Häusern fern zu halten.
Sie trinkt das Wasser aus Bächen und Quellen und lebt von Beeren und Wurzeln.
Natürlich suchten die Eltern ihre Tochter Eepersip verzweifelt, doch dieses Unterfangen sollte misslingen.
Nach einiger Zeit zog es Eepersip ans Meer, sie verlebte dort auch viele glückliche Tage und erlebte kleine Abenteuer, bis es sie in die Berge zog.
Wir haben wunderschöne und zauberhafte Beschreibungen der Natur und Eepersips liebe zu ihr. Eine magische Geschichte über Freiheit und darüber seinen eigenen Weg zu gehen, koste es was es wolle. Eine Welt ohne Fenster.
Ein neues Lieblingsbuch!
June 25, 2023
3.5/5
The story behind the book and the premise of it are fascinating,some of the writing is beautifully descriptive but the lack of plot, any structure or character change made me lose interest quite quickly. It's impressive that a child wrote this book, but forgetting that fact, the book doesn't offer much in my opinion. Still,a nice easy read if you don't mind the meanderings and like to read nature descriptions.
The story behind the book and the premise of it are fascinating,some of the writing is beautifully descriptive but the lack of plot, any structure or character change made me lose interest quite quickly. It's impressive that a child wrote this book, but forgetting that fact, the book doesn't offer much in my opinion. Still,a nice easy read if you don't mind the meanderings and like to read nature descriptions.
April 12, 2023
Juvenile, frustrating, boring at times.
But also pretty writing, enchanting, wild, and beautiful. Nature writing for the child.
I was torn between 2 and 3 stars but ultimately found it too juvenile and frustrating with the whole rebellion/hatred thing towards her loving parents.(this isn’t a spoiler bc it’s in the first few pages).
But also pretty writing, enchanting, wild, and beautiful. Nature writing for the child.
I was torn between 2 and 3 stars but ultimately found it too juvenile and frustrating with the whole rebellion/hatred thing towards her loving parents.(this isn’t a spoiler bc it’s in the first few pages).
July 2, 2022
In diesem Buch lernt man die Natur in ihrer natürlichsten Form kennen. Man erlebt sie durch Eepersip, und man lernt sie noch mehr zu lieben und zu schätzen.
Ein unglaublich besonderes Buch ist die Welt ohne Fenster. Geschrieben von einem 12-jährigen Mädchen, das mit 25 spurlos verschwand und dessen Verschwinden bis heute noch immer ein Rätsel bleibt. Das klingt fast selbst wie die Geschichte, die dieses Buch erzählt und letztlich könnte man sagen, dass die Autorin zur Figur in ihrem eigenen Buch geworden ist.
Ein unglaublich besonderes Buch ist die Welt ohne Fenster. Geschrieben von einem 12-jährigen Mädchen, das mit 25 spurlos verschwand und dessen Verschwinden bis heute noch immer ein Rätsel bleibt. Das klingt fast selbst wie die Geschichte, die dieses Buch erzählt und letztlich könnte man sagen, dass die Autorin zur Figur in ihrem eigenen Buch geworden ist.
February 11, 2025
Wow 😮
I'm not so much surprised that a 9 year old thought of this story, (they usually have pretty good ideas) but more that she was able to write it so perfectly, not once but twice. (there was a fire so she had to rewrite the whole thing)
Dats one wise child. 10/10 👌
I'm not so much surprised that a 9 year old thought of this story, (they usually have pretty good ideas) but more that she was able to write it so perfectly, not once but twice. (there was a fire so she had to rewrite the whole thing)
Dats one wise child. 10/10 👌
March 29, 2025
Barbara Newhall Follett was a child prodigy who wrote this book when she was nine years old. She had to rewrite it because the original book burnt in a fire. This was published at the age of 12. Her personal story is amazing and mysterious.
August 30, 2025
3.5⭐️ Plot? What is a plot? I just want to sing & dance through the meadow with Eepersip & wear a flower crown with butterflies🦋💐
August 13, 2021
Diese Ausgabe ist wunderschön gestaltet. Schutzumschlag und Vorsatzpapier sind ein Traum. Auch die Illustrationen im Buch haben mir sehr gefallen. Sie fügen sich wunderbar in die Geschichte ein.
Das Vorwort war sehr interessant und auch hilfreich beim Lesen des Buches. Es sind wunderbare Naturbeschreibungen enthalten. Den Schreibstil finde ich auch sehr gut und frage mich, ob er in der Originalfassung kindlicher ist oder ob sie wirklich schon als Kind so gut formulieren konnte. Das macht mancher Erwachsene nicht besser. Die Geschichte ist märchenhaft erzählt. Als Erwachsener mag man so manche Logiklücke finden, das hat mich aber nicht gestört. Das Buch ist voller Fantasie. Ich habe es sehr gerne gelesen.
Das Vorwort war sehr interessant und auch hilfreich beim Lesen des Buches. Es sind wunderbare Naturbeschreibungen enthalten. Den Schreibstil finde ich auch sehr gut und frage mich, ob er in der Originalfassung kindlicher ist oder ob sie wirklich schon als Kind so gut formulieren konnte. Das macht mancher Erwachsene nicht besser. Die Geschichte ist märchenhaft erzählt. Als Erwachsener mag man so manche Logiklücke finden, das hat mich aber nicht gestört. Das Buch ist voller Fantasie. Ich habe es sehr gerne gelesen.
May 9, 2023
My reading buddy and I just finished this precious book. Written when the author was only 12. I learned about Barbara Newhall Follett through the Ashley Flowers podcast Supernatural. Her story is very interesting. She originally wrote this book when she was nine years old for her mother’s birthday. It was destroyed in a fire, and she rewrote and tweaked it when she was 12. By age 25 she had disappeared and never seen again.
This book is very sweet and full of the most beautiful depictions of nature I have ever read. I think this would be a lovely read aloud.
This book is very sweet and full of the most beautiful depictions of nature I have ever read. I think this would be a lovely read aloud.
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