One of the marks of a classic book is that it seems to be as fresh and relevant today as the day it was published — even if it’s a few decades old. Naturally, it also helps if the subject matter is timeless.
First published in 1963, The Snowy Day is a true classic that tells the story of a little boy, Peter, who wakes up one morning to see a snow-covered landscape outside his window.
Thrilled, he jumps into his bright red snowsuit and does what any child would spontaneously do when faced with a veritable sea of snow: leap right in to play and explore without inhibition. Hence, he makes patterns and tracks with his feet and a stick, knocks snow off the branches of trees, makes snow angels and slides down the snowy slopes — all in the name of good, old-fashioned fun.
The spare but proficient text complements the Caldecott Medal-winning illustrations, which adopt a clean and simple palette to evoke the serenity and quiet joy of one boy’s revelry amid a magical snow-blanketed wonderland.
While my kids have yet to see real snow, Peter’s childlike wonder and exhilaration are contagious, and anyone would be able to vicariously experience playing in snow through reading this evergreen (or should I say white) book.