![]() ![]() ![]() The pajama-clad girl hugs her cat, stares up at the moon, and reads a book with her caregiver. When the girl’s list moves from outside to inside, a similar progression is made from the external world to the internal. Repetition of the simple sentence structure makes for a perfect read-along as the author creates a lovely rhythm layered with meaning. For this auburn-haired child, the natural world is full of wonder and beauty and nothing is so gratifying as what is being done now. Readers are swept up by the girl’s joy as the text exclaims, “This is my favorite breeze.” With the same enthusiasm, she shares a burnished red leaf, a puddle of mud, and a flower’s scent. Running barefoot in the grass, a cinnamon-complexioned girl meets the breeze with open arms. A young girl lives in the moment, her mindfulness of the world distilled into a list of favorite things whose ephemerality she celebrates now. ![]()
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