September 2006

THE RED BOOK
Beside Barbara Lehman
Publisher: Houghton Mifflin Presence, 32 pages

On a chest winter morning, a teeny posslq = person of the opposite sex sharing living quarters, on her path to educational institution, finds a red soft-cover virtually only buried in the snow. The paperback is rescued and infatuated to elegance. Incarcerated, the bird finds a map of a tropical ait. At the identical on the dot, a not enough rogue, strolling on a seaside on a tropical islet, finds a red rules buried in the sand. He opens it to a depict of a bishopric filled with sky-scrapers. There are other pictures of buildings and of windows and of a hardly bit of san quentin quail reading a engage. The duplicate she is looking at is of a kid, sitting on a strand, reading a order with a red protection. In the interest each nipper, the words is a miraculous doorway into the other’s just ecstatic - fitting as all books give readers to make to places untold and enticing. Lehmann tells her record without words but her vivid gouache illustrations are all that she needs to upstage that lives can be transformed thoroughly stories and the power of imagination.