Early this morning, I was leafing through an old scrapbook in search of a photo for another blog post when I stumbled across one of my early attempts at literary stardom. As I turned the pages--the ancient yellowed glue releasing its hold on grade school report cards, class photos, and love letters to my dog--what should drop into my lap but My First Book. I've mentioned elsewhere that my "first" book was a story called "The Lady and the Clock," written when I was 6 years old. To my surprise, I've discovered an even earlier work, pre-dating "The Lady and the Clock" by a full year. It, too, centers around the tragedy of a broken timepiece (this seems to be an childhood theme of mine--the loss of time and worry over the rapid advance of days). I know I'm a little biased, but I think this book has its fair share of drama and suspense. If nothing else, it's a scathing satire of economics and serves as a warning to those customers who put too much trust in the people who repair our clocks.
And so, from the archives of 1968, I give you....
The Tick-Tock Clock
written and illustrated by David Abrams