I serendipitously stumbled upon this picture book by Oliver Jeffers a few years ago when my five year old picked it out of a pile of books in the library. She spied an odd bite mark on the back cover and insisted I read it to her.With little hope for substance, I swiftly scanned the pages and thought it another silly book that might give her a laugh or two.
I read the book to her. Then I read it to myself — slowly this time. I took the book home and read it to my family. I read it…
— For you, my fantastically resilient daughters who turn nightmares into dreams
They said to me stay home,
The streets you shall not roam.
They said to me be still,
So others won’t be ill.
So here I sit, home, still and slow.
But inside I feel something grow,
Beyond the fear, beyond the gloom,
My heart and mind begin to bloom.
And just like that my room transforms,
My halls and walls take on new forms,
A palace, fort, a pirate ship,
Four bedposts whisk me on a trip.
And all friendless unread pages,
Are unfettered from their cages,