I've mentioned it before, that little tingle you get when you feel like a book might just be the perfect match for you. Little, Brown & Company, 2012 And I know you know it. (I last mentioned it about Meg Mitchell Moore's So Far Away, but sometimes it
One imagines these are the kind of stories that erupt from a phrase overheard at a restaurant or eavesdropped from a park bench. Cormorant Books, 2012 These are not the kinds of stories that come complete with detailed descriptions and backgrounds; it`s hard to imagine Cary Fagan filling
"If we’re lucky, art can help us through our wolfishness."* And it does, indeed, help Virginia get through her wolfishness. As does her sister, Vanessa. And the painting of Bloomsberry. What's this? A children's book about Virginia Woolf? But we all know how THAT story ends. And, yet,
Annabel Lyon says that she knew, almost immediately upon beginning to write The Golden Mean, that she would be writing the other half of its story. That was "a very male book...all male characters...about warfare and public life and politics and rationality [and] science, all the things that Aristotle represented".*
"Not far from here, I have seen a house held up by the hands of trees. This is its story." So states the title page of this illustrated work with prose by Ted Kooser (who has won a Pulitzer Prize for his poetry) and images by Jon Klassen.
