Stories were different, though: they came alive in the telling...
like seeds in the beak of a bird, waiting to fall to earth, or the notes of a song laid out on a sheet, yearning for an instrument to bring their music into being... Once someone started to read them, they could...take root in the imagination, and transform the reader.
Stories wanted to be read... They needed it. It was the reason they forced themselves from their world into ours.
They wanted us to give them life.
- John Connolly, The Book of Lost Things
It's Picture Book Month.
Some say picture books are a dying breed,
that it's better to skip kids ahead to bigger and better
as soon as possible.
My two cents?
Picture books go deep,
offer layers of learning,
teach children before we even realize they're paying attention.
Picture books help us observe,
picture books give us
snuggles with best friends,
undivided parent time.
If books are seeds to the imagination,
and picture books seeds to a life of learning,
what will our culture become
if we lose them?
For some great posts by authors and illustrators on why this particular book form is so important,
check out Picture Book Month.
Some autumn picture book love:
Scarecrow - Cynthia Rylant, Lauren Stringer
The Apple Pie that Papa Baked - Lauren Thompson, Jonathan Bean
The Stranger, Chris Van Allsburg
So Sleepy Story, Uri Shulevitz
Rain Rain Rivers, Uri Shulevitz
Charlie Needs A Cloak, Tomie dePaola