Small in both size and concept, this sweet, gentle story is perfectly constructed and balanced. A girl is awake in her room; her parents and siblings are asleep, but she’s lying there thinking. A breeze beckons her, so she—and the cat—bring pillows and blankets up to the building’s rooftop. She makes herself cozy amid the hanging laundry and the geraniums, “in the night, under the sky. . . . [and] thought about the wide world all around her and smiled.” As she sleeps, readers see her mom, who had heard her stir from bed, sit down beside her up on the roof. Bean’s warmly composed pictures of a Brooklyn brownstone are all in deep browns and sepias; the rooftop opening to the river and the sky are in the hazy grays and blues of urban summer nights. The child, her siblings and her mother all have long dark hair; Dad’s is curly and lighter. Mom’s fuzzy peach robe and dad’s flannel shirt are pleasing foils to the solid dark furniture and architectural accents that so suit the house. Quietly lovely. (Picture book. 4-8)
