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Opis vsebine:Picture book for children and young at heart.
"Over nine mountains and across nine seas, there lived a bear, as brown as can be, who spent his days purring and guarding a big pot of honey. But this was no ordinary pot of honey. It was magical. A magical honeypot that was always full to the brim." (The Magical Honeypot)
O AVTORJUŽiva Viviana Doria je univerzitetna diplomirana etnologinja, ilustratorka in pisateljica, ki svoj navdih najde v etnologiji, glasbi, naravi ter živalskem svetu.
Najraje upodablja antropomorfne živali in predmete ter ustvarja zgodbe o njihovem življenju.
V njenih avtorskih delih se prepletajo čar etnologije, ubesedena domišljija in pravljična ilustracija.
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Ključne besede:The Magical Honeypot, Živa Viviana Doria, picture book, children's literature, slovenian illustrators, stories for children, author, pravljice v angleškem jeziku, avtorska slikanica, bear, forest animals, whale, joy, autumn, fall, sharing, Čudežna skleda medu,Mnenja (Število komentarjev: 0) Napišite mnenje
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