Hello, friends! Our book today is From My Window I See… The Seasons, written by Dr. Barbara Cavanagh and illustrated by Jess Porta.
In rhyming text, an unidentified protagonist describes the passing seasons as seen through a large picture window. As fall turns to winter, then to spring, then to summer and back again, the narrator notes that each season brings new joys, in particular those experienced by the two little girls whose window it is. We see them swimming in summer, playing in fall leaves, plucking peaches off spring trees, and frolicking in snow. And while the narrator has questions about why the seasons bring changes, they still marvel at the fact that no season is their favorite – each one is special in its own way.
Uneven yet earnest. This indie has a few things going for it: the painted illustrations of pastoral scenes and charming tableaus of the two little girls – their faces unseen yet still full of character and life – are absolutely lovely. And the latter half of the book – in which the narrator muses on which season is their favorite then decides they cannot choose – has a strong direction and theme. However, the first half, which poses more quantifiable questions, is a bit of a jumble; answers are not offered or even considered, and seasons jump around with no logical flow. Furthermore, the text throughout struggles to maintain a cohesive rhythm, and some sentences are grammatically impenetrable (“I guess that’s why seasons each have a name,/So that we will know they will not be the same”). Overall, however, this appears to be a genuine effort to take pleasure in the joys of the changing seasons, and in this, it succeeds. The length is fine, and JJ adored the detailed pictures. A bit rough around the edges, but worth a look for the art alone. Baby Bookworm approved!
(Note: A copy of this book was provided to The Baby Bookworm by the publisher in exchange for an honest review.)