Lonely in the Land of Letters is a dreamy book for children 3-9 years old with attention to our alphabet but it is also a book about daring to challenge yourself. About the fact that loneliness is something you feel, not something you are.


Elba is hurting everywhere. We get to follow her extraordinary journey to a magic never-heard-of land. She meets kooky Mr Insect and finds the sweetest little lion in her pocket. But she also faces challenges, makes tough decisions and overcomes her fears. Finally, she realizes what the pain was all about.


We got to follow Elba’s journey, both the one she is doing inside herself and the one she is doing in the magical Land of Letters. The book is 26 pages of Mrs Mighetto’s typical whimsical mark of fairy tale and aquarelle.


… I'm afraid, but my curiosity is even stronger. With my eyes closed, I squeeze the paper tight in my hands and carefully whisper the name of the never-heard-of land. A minute goes by, and I barely dare to breathe. It feels like I'm turning into a bubbly glass of sparkling water. And then, all of a sudden, I smell earthworms. You know, as you do after a summer rain. And when I open my eyes, I'm surrounded by mountains.

Lonely in the Land of Letters is a dreamy book for children 3-9 years old with attention to our alphabet but it is also a book about daring to challenge yourself. About the fact that loneliness is something you feel, not something you are.


Elba is hurting everywhere. We get to follow her extraordinary journey to a magic never-heard-of land. She meets kooky Mr Insect and finds the sweetest little lion in her pocket. But she also faces challenges, makes tough decisions and overcomes her fears. Finally, she realizes what the pain was all about.


We got to follow Elba’s journey, both the one she is doing inside herself and the one she is doing in the magical Land of Letters. The book is 26 pages of Mrs Mighetto’s typical whimsical mark of fairy tale and aquarelle.


… I'm afraid, but my curiosity is even stronger. With my eyes closed, I squeeze the paper tight in my hands and carefully whisper the name of the never-heard-of land. A minute goes by, and I barely dare to breathe. It feels like I'm turning into a bubbly glass of sparkling water. And then, all of a sudden, I smell earthworms. You know, as you do after a summer rain. And when I open my eyes, I'm surrounded by mountains.