This is an adorable and well-designed picture book on feelings — in particular, the overlapping diecut hearts are genius and have a tactile appeal.

This is an adorable and well-designed picture book on feelings — in particular, the overlapping diecut hearts are genius and have a tactile appeal.
In a crowded public pool, a chance encounter between two children leads to a wondrous and unforgettable flight of imagination.
Changes, changes… Change is inevitable, and how we cope with it is ultimately what makes us grow wiser.
This savvily titled bedtime book is a timely reminder to celebrate the good and happy things that happen, rather than brood on the bad.
As the title suggests, Where’s the Elephant? opens with an invitation to look for an elephant, a snake and a parrot that have been cleverly hidden in the bright, inviting jungle spreads.
Sometimes, the stories behind books are as fascinating — or even more so — than the books themselves, as is the case for Finding Winnie, when two stranger-than-fiction real-life sequences of events — an army veterinarian buying a baby bear off a trapper at a train station, and a little boy’s unusual friendship with a certain grown bear at the London Zoo — collide to result in the creation of one of the most beloved literary characters ever written: Winnie the Pooh.
Good picture books ought not to have an upper age limit, since they usually have something to offer to everyone — and these two extraordinary picture books prove my point. I’ve always been fascinated by the genesis of stories, and if you read enough author interviews, you’ll probably reach the conclusion that stories can grow from the darnedest things, and there’s no telling where each spark may lead.
If you have a little dino lover, you might want to check out Harry and the Bucketful of Dinosaurs — an endearing book about the eponymous boy and the box of toy dinosaurs that he discovered in his grandma’s attic, with a lost-and-found story arc.
An old pine tree is downcast when he realizes that, after being repeatedly passed over every year, he has become too overgrown to be anyone’s Christmas tree.
Mr. Duck enjoys a quiet, structured life in the serene pond where he lives alone, and has a rigid schedule that he follows religiously every morning, right down to the precise time when he would: 1) stretch his wings; 2) fluff his feathers; and 3) glide across the perfectly still water. And that’s just the way he likes it — at least, that’s what he thinks.