![]() Now after finally buying a copy to keep I wish I could borrow a piece of Emily’s cheerful tenacity, which refuses her to be disappointed just because someone suggested she might be so. She even reads the letters to her new friend and comes to understand why he might feel a bit restricted and sad. She just sifts through the lines she receives and picks out the usable facts, like the whale’s need for saltwater, its preference for tiny-sized nourishment and its urge to go from place to place. Because seventeen years ago I already loved each of Emily’s letters – flourishly signed with “Love Emily” -, because she never resents Greenpeace their inability to believe the unbelievable. Reluctantly I resorted to just jotting down the bibliographic details and stuffing away the paper with an epic sigh. I remember picking up this wonderful picture book by the British illustrator Simon James in the 90s, when I was backpacking England and already had dangerously overloaded my backpack with dusty paperbacks and alltime picture book favorites like Me First. For there is a huge, blue whale in her pond in Plymouth, Devonshire, England, and who would be more capable of helping her make him feel comfortable than the famous experts on all things wildlife and environmental? I am sorry to disappoint you.Īlthough Emily receives unquestionably polite but incredulous answers like this one each time she writes, she does not stop pestering Greenpeace for advice. You may not know that whales are migratory, which means they travel great distances each day. I must point out to you quite forcibly now that in no way could a whale live in your pond.
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