I have been a remiss and distracted book blogger as of late. Work and home life have not left a great deal of time for just about anything else. Also, I am teaching myself to knit. It’s remarkably hard to read and knit at the same time, I’m just sayin’.
But tonight, it is clear and cold and crisp, and all silver in the moonlight. Very shortly, I’ll be bundling up in jacket and mitts and toque and scarf to go stand outside and watch for the lunar eclipse.
I’m sure there’s something new and shiny and thematic that would be a great related title, but the book I found myself reaching for (metaphorically speaking) is Owl Moon by Jane Yolen.
I know from life at the library that it’s a favourite with teachers, but for now, ignore curriculumn tie-ins, ignore related activities, and just sit down with your favourite person who likes (longer than toddler attention span) picture books read to them, and soak in the quiet beauty.