Click on the link to see all the fantastic reviews 'Button Box has received! http://zooloosbooktours.co.uk/button-box-by-ruth-enright
It was wonderful to get such great reviews, several describing the book as magical, unique, well researched and very well written!
Here is what one reviewer said:
'I absolutely loved this book! It’s so different, and
unique, the writing is beautifully done. The details and information about the historical side was outstanding and the author must of put so much into this.
I adore Victorian history especially the London side to it.
It really is a clever story and I will have to get a physical copy to my put on my children's shelf.'
Please do read it to make your own minds up...
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Button-Box-Ruth-Enright/dp/1739627776/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=1657186258&sr=8-1
Two teddies are now
Both in my keeping,
Gifts to toddler grandchildren, us.
When new, Bruin was purple, larger,
With a deep growl.
My brother's.
Teddy was smaller, fawn,
Mine.
He lost his growl after an unfortunate fall
And a sink bath.
I loved Teddy with a depth which included emotional guilt.
I was jealous because Bruin was bigger and purple
And my own ted must never know of that.
I was the oldest but the girl.
Perhaps that played into who got which bear.
Bruin is no longer purple,
Faded after decades on my brother's windowsills,
At home and in his flat.
For a few years now, both have looked down from
The high shelf beside my daughter's childhood raised bed.
They leaned together, slightly forward,
As if wanting to come down.
I climbed up to get them the other day and soon saw why.
Both lambswool, moths have pecked their back legs into small
bald patches.
It's been a poignant time as my mother has lately died too.
I felt I had let them down, the two teds,
Neglected while cherished still.
I've dusted them off and put them on the coverlet
Of the single bed below,
Where they seem more contented, two old men together.
Better now, their worn little faces seem to say.