Tongue-in-cheek, and laugh-out-loud funny, this is the ideal book for parents who spend far too much time worrying about the effectiveness of their parenting skills with a new perspective that gives voice to the pre-verbal.

'Oliver Goldfinch; or, The Hypocrite' is a historical novel by Emerson Bennett. It is set on a dark and stormy; conveying but a faint idea of what the night was in reality. The clouds were pall black, and charged with a vapor which, freezing as it descended, spread an icy mantle over everything exposed. The wind was easterly and fierce, and drove the sleety hail with a velocity that made it anything but pleasant to be abroad. Signs creaked, windows rattled, lamps flickered and became dim, casting here and there long ghostly shadows, that seemed to dance fantastically to the music of the rushing winds, as they whistled through some crevice, moaned down some chimney, or howled along some deserted alley on their mad career. It was, take it all in all, a dismal night, and such an one as, with a comfortable shelter over our heads and a cheerful fire before us, is apt to make us thank God we are not forced to be abroad like the poor houseless wretches who have no place to lay their heads. It is too much the case at such times, that we congratulate ourselves on being far better off than they, without taking into consideration it is our duty, as human beings, to render them as comfortable as our circumstances will permit. But who thinks of the poor? God cares for them, say the rich, and that is enough.