THE OLD WOMAN WHO LOVED TO READ

Platypus and pig, koala and kangaroo are a few of the sumptuously rendered animal visitors to an old woman's small farmhouse in the countryside. She didn't always live there—she is seen leaving the city for a home where she hopes to read, relax, and commune with nature. It's a cruel dream, for she has chores inside her farmhouse and out, and the only ones looking at books in these charming pages are the curious geese, mice, and rabbits. Spring brings an unexpected and demanding lamb, summer brings shearing, autumn brings harvest, the putting up of preserves, and the rains—wood must be chopped. Winter brings the peace she sought; the old woman opens a book on her lap, only to fall into well-earned sleep. All of it—house and inhabitants—are cunningly, winsomely painted by Winch, who makes his story gently wry. The humor here is in no way the sopping happily-ever-after sort; instead, the edges of harsh realities become heartening. (Picture book. 4-8)