by Jan Fearnley ; illustrated by Jan Fearnley ‧ RELEASE DATE: Sept. 10, 2019
A cozy Christmas re(a)d.
A pourquoi tale for Christmastime.
Fearnley’s story stops just short of explicitly stating that its aim is to explain how the robin got its red breast, but readers are invited to draw this conclusion. On the cover, a white and brown bird is clad in a red knitted vest and glides across the ice. The half-title page shows the same bird flying, but then on the title page the bird is vest-free, its feathered, white breast showing. The first spread in the book proper shows Little Robin admiring his reflection in a mirror while wearing a knitted white vest decorated with a holly pattern. Six vests of other colors appear on hangers around his tree-hollow home, but none is the red one from the frontmatter. Subsequent spreads show the bighearted Little Robin wearing and then giving away each of these vests when he encounters others animal out in the cold. White, green, pink, yellow, blue, purple, and orange vests are gifted to a frog, hedgehog, mole, squirrel, rabbit (who cleverly wears the vest as a hat in the illustrations, its ears poking through the arm holes), mother and baby otter, and mouse, respectively, until poor Little Robin is left shivering in the cold, vest-less. So who saves the day and provides Little Robin with a red vest for his breast? Santa, of course (here depicted as a white human).
A cozy Christmas re(a)d. (Picture book. 3-6)Pub Date: Sept. 10, 2019
ISBN: 978-1-5362-0825-2
Page Count: 32
Publisher: Nosy Crow
Review Posted Online: July 27, 2019
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Sept. 1, 2019
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by Peter Brown ; illustrated by Peter Brown ‧ RELEASE DATE: June 24, 2025
A hymn to the intrinsic loveliness of the wild and the possibility of sharing it.
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What happens when a robot washes up alone on an island?
“Everything was just right on the island.” Brown beautifully re-creates the first days of Roz, the protagonist of his Wild Robot novels, as she adapts to living in the natural world. A storm-tossed ship, seen in the opening just before the title page, and a packing crate are the only other human-made objects to appear in this close-up look at the robot and her new home. Roz emerges from the crate, and her first thought as she sets off up a grassy hill—”This must be where I belong”—is sweetly glorious, a note of recognition rather than conquest. Roz learns to move, hide, and communicate like the creatures she meets. When she discovers an orphaned egg—and the gosling Brightbill, who eventually hatches—her decision to be his mother seems a natural extension of her adaptation. Once he flies south for the winter, her quiet wait across seasons for his return is a poignant portrayal of separation and change. Brown’s clean, precise lines and deep, light-filled colors offer a sense of what Roz might be seeing, suggesting a place that is alive yet deeply serene and radiant. Though the book stands alone, it adds an immensely appealing dimension to Roz’s world. Round thumbnails offer charming peeks into the island world, depicting Roz’s animal neighbors and Brightbill’s maturation.
A hymn to the intrinsic loveliness of the wild and the possibility of sharing it. (author’s note) (Picture book. 3-6)Pub Date: June 24, 2025
ISBN: 9780316669467
Page Count: 48
Publisher: Little, Brown
Review Posted Online: March 22, 2025
Kirkus Reviews Issue: April 15, 2025
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by Mo Willems ; illustrated by Mo Willems ‧ RELEASE DATE: March 31, 2026
Familiarity breeds a birthday for the ages in this party worth attending.
Don’t let the Pigeon ruin his own special day!
Anyone who has ever encountered the title character in any of his books—whether his first, Don’t Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus (2003), or one of its many sequels—will understand that the bird’s innate self-love drives his every interaction. Little wonder, then, that he’s thrilled about his own “bird-day.” He has the hat. He has his “FANCY PLUMAGE.” And, best of all, he will get to blow out a candle “on my bird-day hot dog!” As he revels in the knowledge that this day is all for him, comeuppance is lurking. Someone has already blown out the bird-day candle—and eaten half the hot dog. It turns out that the Pigeon’s frenemy, the Duckling, has the same bird-day—as do a slew of newly hatched chicks. The Pigeon’s obligatory eight-panel freakout ensues. “What am I—invisible? I just want to be seen,” he whimpers, and when he receives some much-needed reassurance, he settles down and willingly shares his special day. While the switch from unapologetic narcissism to mature acceptance happens in the record-breaking span of two pages, the book is as enchanting as the Pigeon’s earlier outings. Even as it walks in the footsteps of its predecessors, there’s no denying the fun to be had.
Familiarity breeds a birthday for the ages in this party worth attending. (Picture book. 3-6)Pub Date: March 31, 2026
ISBN: 9781454999621
Page Count: 40
Publisher: Union Square Kids
Review Posted Online: Nov. 22, 2025
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Jan. 1, 2026
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