Tickle Tickle

Tickle Tickle

Simple dot eyes, simple curved moths, multi-toned skin on big-headed babies are the winsome trademark of Helen Oxenvury’s endearing and memorable board books. Chubby babies “squelch in the mud” and “splish-splash scurb-a-dub” in this...
Clap Hands

Clap Hands

Simple dot eyes, simple curved moths, multi-toned skin on big-headed babies are the winsome trademark of Helen Oxenvury’s endearing and memorable board books. Others in this must-see series include CLAP HANDS, ALL FALL DOWN and SAY GOODNIGHT. Submitted by...
All Fall Down

All Fall Down

Simple dot eyes, simple curved moths, multi-toned skin on big-headed babies are the winsome trademark of Helen Oxenvury’s endearing and memorable board books. Others in this must-see series include CLAP HANDS, ALL FALL DOWN and SAY GOODNIGHT. Submitted by...
Say Goodnight

Say Goodnight

Simple dot eyes, simple curved moths, multi-toned skin on big-headed babies are the winsome trademark of Helen Oxenvury’s endearing and memorable board books. Others in this must-see series include CLAP HANDS, ALL FALL DOWN and SAY GOODNIGHT. Submitted by...
Hello, Day!

Hello, Day!

Open the cover to discover a garden of the brightest blooms on the endpapers. Then, turn the pages as bold type and equally bold colors, greet the rising sun, the rooster, and a variety of animals. The sun parades across until evening. And “Whoo-ooo” will...
How I Learned Geography

How I Learned Geography

With the use of color, space, shadows and precise words, Uri Shulevitz presents a remembrnce of his childhood as a refugee in Kazakhstan. One day, his father arrives home from the market with-instead of the essential bread to eat- the unlikely extravagance of –...
The House in the Night

The House in the Night

We come quietly in with the golden key to find the light, the book, the bed in the room. Then soar to the sun in the moon and home again on the sings of a golden-eyed bird to “the house in the night a home full of light.” Black and white scratchboard...
Woolbur

Woolbur

Woolbur’s family is concerned. He likes running with the dogs, not standing with the sheep. He likes his wool long — even in the spring–dyes himself blue and weaves a towering forelock on his happy head. “Isn’t it great?” is...
Dead Girls Don’t Write Letters

Dead Girls Don’t Write Letters

Sunny, her long-troubled mother and hard-drinking father are deep in the throes of debilitating grief after older sister and daughter, Jazz, has died in a far-from-home apartment fire. Then, a letter arrives….. from Jazz! She soon returns home, apologizing for...