Start with a single rose. Add hollyhocks and marigold, sunflowers and zinnias. Voilà! A quiet, tranquil, beautiful garden grows before your eyes. But who's that hiding in the corner?This cumulative story by the creators of On Market street, which won a C
Once upon a time a cruel King decided to betroth his motherless daughter to an Ogre in exchange for fifty wagons filled with silver. When the Princess learns what her father has done, she is horrified. But she is as clever as she is beautiful. Quickly, th
The beloved Caldecott Honor artist now recounts a tale of vastly different kind -- her own achingly potent memoir of a childhood of flight, imprisonment, and uncommon bravery in Nazi-occupied Poland. Anita Lobel was barely five when the war began and sixt
Illus. in full color. "A fresh and moving story of a mother's dedication toacquire a coat for her daughter in post-World War II hard times. Anna's motherdecides to trade the few valuables she has left for wool and for the servicesof a spinner, a weaver, a
A simple—and simply beautiful—story for young cat lovers.One beautiful autumn day, Nini, a little tabby cat, sees that the door is open. The garden and nearby woods seem to beckon her to explore. Nini thinks the great outdoors is really, really, reall
One by one, 10 very hungry rabbits find 10 very yummy vegetables for Mama Rabbit's soup pot. Caldecott Honor Book artist Anita Lobel combines learning to count with color concepts in this mouth-watering celebration of good things to eat. One big purple ca
What will baby's first word be?Hello?Sun?Dog?Cat?Cow?Owl?Spend a day in the country with Anita Lobel's friendly animals.Meow. Woof. Moo! Whoo! Baby will be talking in no time!
Now young children can read about dinosaurs'even how to say their names'by themselves. 'Shouts of welcome will greet this new addition to the Early I Can Read series.' 'H. 'Excellent illustrations . . . a virtual necessity for any library that serves prim
In this Caldecot Honor folktale, an old woman named Hildilid lives high in the hills and hates the night above all things. She tries capturing the night in a sack, tying it up with vines, shaking her fist at it, but the night takes no notice--until it dis
