twelve

Just like this morning
I woke up early
twelve years ago
the sun streamed in through the hospital window
golden, ethereal light
while you slept

I didn't know that would be the day
you would begin
your deepest sleep.

I hope you are sleeping well.

Robert Mercer 

5/30/72-8/27/07

Pre-order Gift announcement (and come to the party)!

A BIG BED FOR LITTLE SNOW is coming! I'm pretty excited so I have lots of ways to celebrate!!

The book party is on  Sat, October 12 at 3pm at Porter Square Books. Please come! As usual, I will have special party favors (I think maybe snowflake ornaments...you'll have to come to find out) for those attending! 

AND if you pre-order the book you will get an exclusive super-cute snow chart and ruler (so you can measure your own snow!). You will receive this with a signed book (make sure you say to whom you wish the book to be signed to when you make your order) if you pre-order from Porter Square Books before October 12. You do not have to come to the party to get the pre-order gift (the party favor is something else, so you should still come and get everything, though!)

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Isn't it so cute? Pre-order now!!!

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About  A Big Bed for Little Snow:

(Starred Review from Horn Book, September/October 2019)

Lin takes readers to the sky once again in this follow-up to Caldecott Honor Book A Big Mooncake for Little Star (rev. 7/18). Whereas a black night sky dominated Mooncake’s palette and a girl among the stars was the mischief-maker, here our protagonist is an impish boy at home amidst the clouds. “When winter began, Little Snow’s mommy made a big new bed just for him.” The bed, in cornflower blue (the illustrations’ main accent color, with warm browns, blacks, and grays), looks a lot like a cloud; and though mom tells him it’s for sleeping, he gives in to temptation after she departs and jumps gleefully on the “puffy and big and bouncy” thing. As he leaps, feathers flutter down, and eventually he rips the bed. We turn the page to see an apartment complex rooftop covered in snow: “What a lot of feathers fell that day!” Lin’s illustrations are spare but expressive, with copious white space used thoughtfully and deliberately. The boy’s pajamas are outlined by the negative space around the snowflakes that adorn them and not by any paint strokes, for example, giving the child—and the cloud-bed—all the focus. The repeated use of “thump, thump, thump” for the mother’s inevitable return (“Uh-oh!”) brings an exhilarating air of discovery to this already exuberant story, to which boisterous listeners and readers will surely relate. What child doesn’t want to jump on the bed? Playful type placement and varying font size accentuate the joy of the jumping. A wondrous, wintry read.