On a rainy off day like this what else could I have done but to start my adventure: reviewing our competition in Horsham.
Maybe I should have been more prepared with a list of things to rate but that would have been too sterile. 535 more words
Did you ever read Pinocchio when you were a child? Did your parents ever threaten your nose would grow at your first lie? And I mean the real Pinocchio, not the Disney-ized version with the cuddly and not so woody puppet, and the grandfatherly Geppetto, but the original fairy tale by Tuscan author Carlo Collodi, which was much darker, as if written in anger: as my friend Luisa likes to point out, the tale runs the gamut of death, threats, lies and punishment, enough to terrorize a poor child for decades to come. 662 more words