The book is about a girl named Sylvia, who is not quite seven. She meets friends of this world and the imaginary world. And she has a gentle, kind mother who is a marvelous storyteller. Often, after an eventful day or listening to a tale her mother has woven, she pulls out her wonder book from under her pillow and chants the magic spell to the Rhyme Elves. Leaving the elves a blank page, she falls asleep and by morning, her clean page is filled with wonderful drawings and a poem, always based on the preceding story.
This book is so good, in my daughter's eyes, that she too desired a wonder book of her own. And a flurry of activity began...finding a blank book that would be just right for the Rhyme Elves, and memorizing the magic spell to summon them. When all was ready, and the spell had been chanted, she left the book by our piano downstairs and headed for bed, hoping for a visit from the elves.
And they came!
We decided that Sundays will be the day that we ask the Rhyme Elves to draw us a picture and write us a poem. We're happy to welcome them into our home.