A boy narrator of about six or seven goes for a day's walk with his father. While Dad keeps an even pace, rests on a rock,...

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MY FATHER DOESN'T KNOW ABOUT THE WOODS AND ME

A boy narrator of about six or seven goes for a day's walk with his father. While Dad keeps an even pace, rests on a rock, or stops to fish, the boy runs ahead and imagines himself to be a wolf, an eagle, a leaping fish. Sad that his father can't see him in these grand roles, the boy encounters a dark-eyed stag--perhaps this noble beast is his father; perhaps he understands after all. There is nothing very original about Haseley's (The Kite Flier) rather prosaic text, but Hays' (Abiyoyo) paintings--with the fall colors filtered through a gray-blue haze, and the canvas contributing its texture to the broad areas of subtly graduated color--are attractive and evocative; they convey the feel of a lovely day and the dark-skinned boy's delight in it as expressed through his imagination.

Pub Date: Sept. 1, 1988

ISBN: N/A

Page Count: 32

Publisher: Atheneum

Review Posted Online: N/A

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Aug. 15, 1988

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