By Margaret Wise Brown, but it isn't super boring like Goodnight Moon (sorry, not sorry). I like you get a little science thrown into this book that shows an island moving through the different seasons, and all the living things to come to visit it.

What makes me smile about Margaret Wise Brown's The Little Island is more than the memory of being 6 years old, reading with my grandmother on the beach. It's Weisgard's drifting watercolor clouds and big blue cat's eyes, the softly-illustrated naturalist drama of being "a part of the world and a world of one's own." I love the sweetness of its frame, the gentle assurance that the world will go on despite storms. Seasons pass, the landscape shifts, nights and days melt into each other, and still the island sits, alone and connected. While the story's brief commentary on the value of blind belief may not translate well to our information age, there is pleasure and comfort in its reminder to keep our lives in perspective. The illustrations of the Maine coast lend Brown's story a softness and a splendor befitting its grand romanticism. ( )

This is a cute book, and well illustrated. It is prose, but has a lyrical , almost poetic, quality . ( )

AR: 3.6

This delightful books tells the story of the seasons. There are trees, and creatures, colors and elements, fruits and flowers. Readers will get lost in the wonder of how the world changes as the days pass. It might seem a little strange when a cat shows up, but that cat teaches an important lesson about how to believe in wonder. ( )