Shakespeare's Daughter

By Peter W. Hassinger

Book Overview

Susanna Shakespeare finds the small town of Stratford-upon-Avon much too quiet and provincial. She yearns to travel to London to see her father's world of players and poets, and to follow a secret... This description may be from another edition of this product.

• Format: Paperback
• Language: English
• ISBN: 0060284684
• ISBN13: 9780060284688
• Release Date: April 2004
• Publisher: HarperTeen
• Length: 144 Pages
• Weight: 1.25 lbs.
• Dimensions: 9.0" x 1.3" x 6.0"
• Age Range: 13 years and up
• Grade Range: Grade 8 and higher

Customer Reviews

Praise for Mr. Hassinger-

I was not, not by a long shot, bored or confused at any point in this book. Everything came across clear with a high point of interest. Any moments that could possibly be classified as clich? were, in your book, like reading something that had never been introduced before. Brilliance in its purest and most enjoyable form. Each character, coupled with Mr. Hassinger's deeper understanding of their minds, was like frosting on the cake. Indeed, though he had only been in the book a scant few pages, I shed a tear for poor Hamnet. Of course, all my friends thought I was batty, but they have yet to indulge in the novel. Even the bard himself brought forth a new image that I might not have imagined for such as himself- the image of a father. Besides this, he wrote everything. Nothing, no emotion nor suspicion, went edited for the uncommon uses, such as older men looking at Susanna, and Will's (may I call him Will?) parental protection kicking in. It brings a reality to the time period that I've never sensed in other books revolving around the same era.

Praise for Mr. Hassinger-

I was not, not by a long shot, bored or confused at any point in this book. Everything came across clear with a high point of interest. Each character, coupled with Mr. Hassinger¡¯s deeper understanding of their minds, was like frosting on the cake. Indeed, though he had only been in the book a scant few pages, I shed a tear for poor Hamnet. Of course, all my friends thought I was batty, but they have yet to indulge in the novel. Even the bard himself brought forth a new image that I might not have imagined for such as himself- the image of a father. Besides this, he wrote everything. Nothing, no emotion nor suspicion, went edited for the uncommon uses, such as older men looking at Susanna, and Will¡¯s (may I call him Will?) parental protection kicking in. It brings a reality to the time period that I¡¯ve never sensed in other books revolving around the same era.