I happened upon this book at the library this week and *zoom* it transported me to childhood. Do you know this one?
It's hard for me to deconstruct the book's spell over me. Reading it now I fully appreciate the just-rightness of the text, encouraging young readers to think about giving, perspective taking (that important early friend of empathy), and helping to figure out abstract and concrete concepts, all in the gentle tale telling.
There's something about the dreamy illustrations (wonderful Maurice Sendak with story by Charlotte Zolotow) that has always enchanted me. (Don't you love the colors?) I still want to hop into the book's geography and wander the woods and fields with Mr. Rabbit. Magical.
What picture books still cast a spell over you?
