HIDEAWAY

In this Italian import, siblings enjoy hidden adventures in a private lair.

The narrator, who has long blond curly hair and light skin, has a most enchanting forest hideaway. Into this special shelter, the child invites “my favorite friend in adventure,” whom we might take to be the white cat stalking almost every spread…until the arrival of the narrator’s brother. His “long legs” knock down the branches tied together to form the hideaway, but together they reconstruct it. They stock necessities there: flashlight, magnifying glass, crayons, paper, cookies, water, recorder, pebbles (some dangling from string in a kind of mobile). Day or night, winter or summer, they’re aware of nature as they kneel under the sun, read the stars, and listen “to the swarming silence.” It’s a place where they can imagine running with animals, don masks, and hunt shadows, where “we try not to be ourselves.” But then, ensconced in their leafy glade, they hear a voice and freeze. “It’s our mom!” It’s revealed that the hideaway is in fact a bedspread covering two chairs in their bedroom. “Determined, / but calm and smiling,” their brown-skinned mother helps them put the leaf-patterned covers back on their beds as they pledge that “tomorrow we will continue.” Masterful use of linework and touches of color bring their fantasy world to life, making us believe in its “no limits” reality.

A beautiful tribute to imaginative play.