WHEN LIGHT TURNS INTO NIGHT
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Parker's pictures are pale, soft and relatively bare, just like the text which is in the form of a little girl's thoughts as she leaves her house at ""that time between light and night,"" running up the hill to lie quietly in the grass and watch and listen to the night happen, then returning home for a warm handholding family dinner when her mother calls. The mood is all, and the author tends to thicken it by repeating words and phrases: "". . . and I have to go away away away away. . . I am here I am here I am here I am here now and far, far away. . . and I will be home I will be home I will be home/wherever I ant, I am home, anytime, I am home/ I am home, I am home, I am home."" Like Carroll's Bellman who insists that ""What I tell you three times is true,"" Dragonwagon wants you to believe that ""if I whisper it three times it must be poetic.