Her Benny

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The most positive aspects were the historical interest and the settings: the cold and gritty streets and docksides of Victorian Liverpool and the surrounding woods and fields to which Benny retreats and where he grows in faith and stature.

Cuffs and kicks they reckon upon every day of their lives; and in this they are rarely disappointed, and a lad who by dodging or cunning can escape this daily discipline is looked upon by the others as ” ‘mazin’ cute. Takes a little while to get used to the old phrases bit if I can do it at 10 then anyone can do it and enjoy this tale of old Liverpool. My teeth fell out shortly after reading this as this is probably the most saccharine novel of mid-Victorian poverty and death that I've ever read.And instantly, seizing a huge poker and waving it in the air, he shouted to the affrighted agent, with a terrible oath. Scholars believe, and we concur, that this work is important enough to be preserved, reproduced, and made generally available to the public.

I should add that the front entrance of the Liverpool Central library has the names of many books and theatre productions written in the flagstones as you approach the front door, Her Benny is amongst them, which is how I discovered it! I've not read anything with this style of writing or genre, I got the book as a gift, but I did like it and it's something I'll keep for a long time. Gilt decorated blue cloth with a black and white illustrated frontis and black and white illustrations throughout. Six years later, and by now grown up, he bravely stops a runaway carriage in a nearby lane; only afterwards does he discover that one of its occupants was Eva Lawrence. My efforts to hopscotch to the front door jumping only on books I've read is getting closer to completion!By using the Web site, you confirm that you have read, understood, and agreed to be bound by the Terms and Conditions. It sounds like some sort of terrible Dickensian street urchin euthanasia where the kids have been brain washed into wanting to go to heaven and just sort of pine away. If my story] shall awaken any sympathy for the poor little waifs of our streets, I shall have my reward. On the western side of Scotland Road, that is to say, between it and the Docks, there is a regular network of streets, inhabited mostly by the lowest class of the Liverpool poor. The language was a little hard to follow at times but was to be expected given the era it was written in.