Owl Moon

Here is another book written in the first person, and a voice diametrically opposite to that of last week’s Pinkalicious.

 

The protagonist this time is an earnest girl with a poetic soul. She is going on her first owling expedition with her father. Her older brothers have had their first owling experiences, and now it’s her turn. She and her father venture out on a moonlit winter night in the hopes of catching a glimpse of an owl.

There’s evocative writing, beautiful art. You read this story, and it actually makes you feel something. I’ve seen some embarrassing, silly children’s books about fathers and daughters that diminish that special relationship to the most basic of stereotypes. But here, that bond is depicted elegantly. You can perceive that the girl trusts her father completely, and it’s this trust in him that carries her through the little discomforts of this journey. You can sense the history of their relationship.

This is a book that could grow with a child and hopefully inspire an awe of nature, an appreciation for quiet moments with a loved one, and an understanding that patience and faith have their rewards.

That said, in our house, this could take a while.