Books by Ann Fearrington

Released: July 1, 2002

Incredibly textured and detailed illustrations, created by a combination of drawing, painting, and cut- and torn-paper collage, enhance the simple, rhyming text in this counting book focused on lighthouses. Each spread features a beautiful portrait of a lighthouse at night, with its beam cutting the darkness, as well as the beings who observe the light: one sailor, two pilots, three seagulls, and so on, up to nine Martians. The space creatures add levity to the otherwise dark and quiet beauty of the illustrations and the refrain—"Blink—flash, flash. / Swirl around, twirl around. Who sees the light?"—although they're a bit of a distraction since all the other scenarios are at least known to be possible. Some spreads, including one picturing five yellow-green luna moths so close to the blinding light source that the lighthouse itself isn't visible, are truly stunning. An author's note provides some facts on lighthouse history as well as a list of all the lighthouses featured and their geographically diverse locations. More lighthouses than readers may realize exist are listed on the endpapers, grouped by state. Those interested in further study of these historic structures will probably already know how to count, but the intricate and compelling illustrations hold interest for a wide age range. (Picture book. 4-8)Read full book review >
CHRISTMAS LIGHTS by Ann Fearrington
Released: Oct. 1, 1996

A family loads into their station wagon on a dark, cold Christmas night to view lights on trees, spires, apartment balconies, factories, and office buildings, then arrives home where ``last year, this year, every year, we love our own lights best of all.'' The brief text is more sightseeing than story. Alliteration abounds as the family witnesses ``twin trains'' reflected in a pond, ``streams of stars'' at the artist's house, and a ``smiling snowman'' atop the fast-food place. But for a book that features lights, the illustrations are surprisingly sleepy. One spread boasts ``a house so bright we can almost hear the lights: blink, blink, dazzle, flash. Gleam, glow, sparkle, shine!'' To readers, the house looks dull and subdued. Fearrington captures the expectation of magic around the next corner, but never delivers. The book, without enough contrast to show either the exuberant blinking lights that punctuate the darkness or the hush of paper lanterns lining a street, acts more as a remembrance of the ritual than a conveyance of its thrills. (Picture book. 4-9) Read full book review >