“The best snow is the snow that comes softly in the night, like a shy friend afraid to knock ….” A little disingenuously, as she seems to love all types, from fat, heavy flakes to the light falls that “make you notice the delicate limbs of trees,” Rylant begins her celebration of snow. An acknowledged master of “spare” and “poetic,” the Newbery Medalist delivers, her words drifting and blowing and coming ’round to the children who “love the snow better than anyone else does” in the end. Stringer’s illustrations are distinguished by lush, pillowy lines, the white edged with blues and pinks, and center the narrative on a child and her grandmother in sync with the snow. (Picture book. 3-6)
