Jean Little
Jean Little was born in Taiwan in 1932. Her parents were both doctors. Jean grew up in Ontario and graduated from the University of Toronto. She was born with a severe eye problem and is severely visually impaired. A special "talking" computer assists her with her writing. She has a retired seeing-eye dog named Ritz and a new one named Pippa, with whom she travels. The author focuses on her experiences from the time she was a child through young adulthood in her autobiography, Little by Little, and continues her story in Stars Come Out Within. The books, which will appeal to children 10 and older, are both humorous and poignant as Jean describes living with a disability and the ridicule she sometimes experienced as a result, as well as her love for the world of reading and books. Jean's books include From Anna, Listen for the Singing, Stand In The Wind, Mama's Going To Buy You a Mockingbird, Hey World, Here I Am!, Look through My Window, Emma's Yucky Brother, The Belonging Place, and Mine For Keeps. Listen for the Singing was the Canada Council Children's Literature Award winner in 1977. Mama's Going to Buy You a Mockingbird was the CLA Book of the Year in 1985.
Jean Little's first book, Mine for Keeps, won the Little, Brown Children's Book Award in 1962 and was republished by Viking Penguin in 1995. It tells the story of Sally Copeland, a 10 year old with cerebral palsy, and her adjustment to being home after spending several years in a special school. You'll find that several of the themes in this book appear in a number of the author's other books: dealing with a handicap and the responses of others, fitting in, and adjusting to new situations and surroundings.
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One minute she was not there and the next she had dashed in among them, her dangling leash sailing through the air after her. Her silky coat rippled in the breeze and she had incredible ears, black and tall, shaped like butterfly wings. Her feathery tail curled up over her back one minute, streamed out behind her the next and, a second later, tucked itself out of sight between her legs.
To Dickon, that tail shouted, "I want to be friends … I'm running away … I'm afraid."
He understood the little dog completely. He, too, had felt confused and desperate.

One minute she was not there and the next she had dashed in among them, her dangling leash sailing through the air after her. Her silky coat rippled in the breeze and she had incredible ears, black and tall, shaped like butterfly wings. Her feathery tail curled up over her back one minute, streamed out behind her the next and, a second later, tucked itself out of sight between her legs.
To Dickon, that tail shouted, "I want to be friends … I'm running away … I'm afraid."
He understood the little dog completely. He, too, had felt confused and desperate.

Cher Journal : Le temps des réjouissances

Cher Journal : Le temps des réjouissances

Cher Journal : Ma soeur orpheline

Cher Journal : Mes frères au front

Cher Journal : Mes frères au front

Cher Journal : Noëls d'antan
by Julie Lawson; Jean Little; Carol Matas; Karleen Bradford; Perry Nodelman; Maxine Trottier; Marsha Forchuk Skrypuch & Sarah Ellis

Cher Journal : Noëls d'antan
by Sarah Ellis; Vincent Massey Jr HS; Carol Matas; Maxine Trottier; Perry Nodelman; Jean Little; Karleen Bradford & Marsha Forchuk Skrypuch

Cher Journal : Récit de Noël : N° 10 - Comme les doigts de la main

Cher Journal : Si je meurs avant le jour

Cher Journal : Si je meurs avant le jour

Cher Journal : Terre d'accueil, terre d'espoir


Dear Canada Collector's Set #1

Dear Canada Collector's Set #2

Dear Canada: A Christmas to Remember

Dear Canada: A Christmas to Remember

Dear Canada: A Season for Miracles

Dear Canada: A Season for Miracles



Dear Canada: All Fall Down

Dear Canada: All Fall Down

Dear Canada: Brothers Far From Home

Dear Canada: Brothers Far From Home

Dear Canada: Exiles from the War

Dear Canada: Exiles from the War

Dear Canada: Hoping for Home

Dear Canada: Hoping for Home
Excerpts from Hoping for Home
Ever since we left England, I've had to nod and smile and tell everyone we meet how much I like Canada. I don't! Yes, the people have been immensely friendly, but the land is too vast and wild. I miss Devon's green fields and hedges, our neat villages and small shops. Canada frightens me.
When Jane showed me the letters she wouldn't let me cry. She told me I must try to be brave. I am so, so tired of hearing those worlds.
- "Marooned in Canada", by Kit Pearson
This place is a prison. Ba views me as a toddler. When I go pump water, I return quickly, before he comes looking for me. When the restaurant emptied this afternoon, I thought to walk around town. Ba said no, it was too hot outside. He added that the Westerners dislike us and might do harm. Instead, I washed the window again.
Why come to Canada if I cannot explore it?
- "Prairie Showdown", by Paul Yee
I feel as if I have an album of pictures in my head that opens every so often and I can see photographs of the war, the soldiers, guns, people running... Our poor granny, who got left behind in Poland all alone... Papa saying we couldn't take her along because we only had visas for the four of us... Grandpa getting beaten by a Nazi soldier on a ghetto street...
- "In the Silence of My Heart", by Lillian Boraks-Nemetz
... Then, when the afternoon ended and we came down our road, Will was waiting on the front steps. When he saw be coming, he jumped up and ran to the door yelling, "Hattie's home! Hattie's home!"
And I was.
- "Hattie's Home", by Jean Little

Dear Canada: If I Die Before I Wake

Dear Canada: If I Die Before I Wake

Dear Canada: Orphan at My Door

Dear Canada: Orphan at My Door





Hand in Hand

Hand in Hand









"I'm tired of telling Batman stories," I told my little brother.
"Just this once, can I tell you The Three Little Pigs?"
"No," he snapped.
"There's no bad guys in it."
"I like bad guys."
So much for you, Big Bad Wolf.












Phénomènes inexpliqués
by James F Robinson; Kit Pearson; Sharon Siamon; Jean Little; Hazel Boswell; Carole Spray; Karleen Bradford & Lucy Maud Montgomery



Shakespeare wriggled joyously and reared up to lick Tessa's chin. He expected even this girl to love him on sight. Everybody always had. But Tessa was not everybody. She parted her knees and let him slither to the floor.







The Jean Little Collection


