November Boots

"It's November. The trees shiver. The birds shake. And my red rain boots haven't splashed in a single puddle. So where's the rain?" Excerpt from "November Boots"

He's a young boy with a handsome new pair of red boots. Only there are no puddles to squish in, no rain to run in, just the threatening promise of a gray November sky. Despite his disappointment, the boy sees, smells, hears and senses the fall season in every evocative, beautifully-imagined detail of his search. When the rain finally comes, tapping out its invitation, the little boy is home, his red boots toppling over by the radiator in anticipation of tomorrow's watery adventures.

Like Nancy Hundal's award-winning and popular I Heard My Mother Call My Name, November Boots is a storybook created from a child's realistic and highly imaginative perspective. Luminous, lively illustrations capture the same close-up view of a child's world; it's a story where every word is perfectly chosen and every picture strikingly memorable.