My memories of Judith Kerr’s enchanting work are vivid. For a time, in our house, the tiger came to tea every day.
It was the first book I was able to read from start-to-finish unprompted, unassisted, and—this blew my mind—in my own head. Like so many around the world, The Tiger Who Came To Tea was the starting point for a lifetime of reading and writing.
May Judith rest in peace, and may her books ignite children’s imaginations forever.