Yesterday my mail deliverer kindly placed a package on my back deck. Inside: my first-time-ever translation of a book of mine.
It’s not in one of the romance languages. Or ancient Greek. I could maybe sort of read one of those. No, it’s a language that seems more fantastical because the letters are not any I can recognize. And the book is read from back to front. Perfect! If dragons could read, I think they would read this same way.
So here is the Hebrew translation of Goodnight, Dragons. I believe the publishers renamed their translation title as Every Dragon Needs a Hug. (Although I can’t confirm that by looking at it.) By the way, this might be a quirky gift to give for a bar or bat mitzvah.