“Jellyfish: You’ve never heard of a jellyfish?!”
Narwhal: Nope! You don’t look like any fish I’ve ever seen, but you do look kind of jelly-ish. I sure have an amazing imagination.”
If I could describe the main character in Narwhal: Unicorn of the Sea, in one single word, it would be EXUBERANT.
“No one notices such a small presence … be still here in the snow.”
Except we do notice. There is a pristine shard of white paper, protruding from the middle of the first two pages like a beak, or an arrowhead, or a sprouting seed.
“Aren’t you tired of being the VILLIAN? Aren’t you tired of the SCREAMS? Aren’t you tired of the FEAR?” – Big Bad Wolf
M: Hi Ben.
B: Hi Mommy.
M: Let’s talk about this book that you read to me.
B: Okay.
“It’s pretty weird. Maybe it doesn’t belong to anyone. Maybe it doesn’t come from anywhere. Some things are like that … ” … ” … just plain lost.” – Pete
I can’t remember how I came across The Lost Thing, or what compelled me to flip through the ochre and sepia-tinged picture book pages. Perhaps it was the small print on the cover that said “A tale for those who have more important things to pay attention to.” Perhaps it was the oddly ethereal yet somewhat dystopian world that spread out before me. Or perhaps it was just luck.
Stories That Stay With Us 