Found 130 results for "Carole Klein"
by Carlo Collodi
How it happened that Mr Cherry, the carpenter, found a piece of wood that laughed and cried like a child
by Charles Dickens, Mary Sebag-Montefiore
THIRTY years ago, Marseilles lay burning in the sun, one day.
by Carole Klein
'We use our parents like recurring dreams,' writes Doris Lessing, 'to be entered into when needed; they are always there...