THE TINY STAR

A full life is depicted.

Fox’s gentle prose begins with a tiny star falling from the sky. The narrator is careful to reassure readers that “this happens all the time.” In a twist expressed so straightforwardly it feels possible, the text relates that it “turned into a baby!” The interracial couple that finds the baby wraps it in a star-covered quilt. That blue, cozy blanket stays with the child, a steadfast marker for readers to follow as the child grows and changes (but is never gendered). “It grew older and older, / and older still. / And even older than that. / The longer it lived, the more it was loved.” That once-tiny star is now depicted as a brown-skinned human with straight, black hair, surrounded by family and friends. Then, as once it grew larger, it now begins to shrink, stooped over, using a walker. Depicted as a frail, smiling elderly human, it settles in to the very same chair into which the star first fell. Suddenly, all that is left is the quilt. The loved ones, all mourning, seek comfort in looking at the sky and seeing the star once again. “Every heart was lightened. / Every heart began to mend.” Grief can feel impossible, but Fox’s words whisper straight to one’s heart while Blackwood’s characteristically warm, smudgy illustrations exude warmth. A true sense of community is found within; neighbors gather, animals flock together. Blackwood and Fox embrace growth and love. (This book was reviewed digitally.)

A soft touch of peace for a life well lived.