Gorgeous black-and-white photographs accompany a series of statements that attempt to define—or at least encompass—“love.” “Love is as big as a harvest moon, / as wide as a summer sky.” As with any enterprise that goes this route—just how big is a harvest moon?—the success lies with the juxtaposition of image to text. A toddler giggles as a pigeon alights on his shoulder (“We love the animals...that are wild and free”); a little girl rests, dwarfed, against a huge tree trunk (“Love comforts us like a strong, old tree”). Beautiful yet, unlike the emotion it celebrates, somehow ephemeral. (Picture book. 3 & up)
