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by Nancy WillardThe Provensens and I would like to thank the members of the Newbery and Caldecott committees for honoring our book and to thank everyone at Harcourt Brace Jovanovich with whom we worked. And we are especially glad for an opportunity to honor the remarkable woman who brought us...
by Virginia HamiltonRememory is a "reword" out of my past. It is not poetic license but a volunteer, like a self-sown seed come forth unbidden. A given. I was fourteen, and I met a dashing fellow who told me he wasn't much on names, but he had a perfect rememory...
Outside Over Thereby Maurice Sendak; illus. by the authorPrimary, Intermediate Harper 48 pp.4/81 0-06-025523-4 $12.95Library ed. 0-06-025524-2Of his "self-styled picture-book trilogy" Maurice Sendak says, "They are all variations on the same theme: how children master various feelings — anger, boredom, fear, frustration, jealousy — and manage to come to grips...
Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Eveningby Robert Frost; illustrated by Susan Jeffers32 pp. Dutton 1978 ISBN 0-525-40115-6 $7.95A beautiful picture book, handsomely designed, which is obviously an inspired creation. The illustrator, working with artistry and skill and reflecting both the wintry atmosphere and the natural serenity of the poem,...
by Paula FoxOne morning, years ago when I was young, I was walking along the sea at a place called South Beach on an island off the coast of Massachusetts. At the edge of the waves, drying in the sunlight, was a small sealed bottle. Inside it I could see...
I walk through woods to the shore of an island off the coast of Maine. Poems are in my head and in the notebook I carry. You would think, to see me, that I am walking alone, but I feel that poets are with me. They listen, encourage, and respond...
by Phyllis J. Fogelman"A natural writer" is an overused expression I don't particularly like, but in speaking of Mildred Taylor it seems absolutely appropriate. Mildred's words flow smoothly, effortlessly, it seems, and they abound in richness, harmony, and rhythm. Her stories unfold in a full, leisurely way, well suited to...
The Dillons in 1976. Photograph by Terry Langendeon.Diane Dillonby Leo DillonDIANE DILLON is one of the finest artists I've ever known, and I realized it even before I met her. I was at Parsons School of Design in New York City when one day I noticed a painting hanging on...
by Eric A. KimmelWhen I was a child in Brooklyn there were several people in our neighborhood with numbers — small faint numbers neatly tattooed on the undersides of their wrists. We were not supposed to stare, but I can remember that even at an early age I could not...