“The moon was now shining brightly and all the bush was hushed, except for the sound of those little animals who are always busy at night-time. Angelina sniffed the night air with delight and felt very happy as she thought of the baby in her pouch.”
The accompanying illustrations, they are bright, descriptive and totally capture not only Linnea’s joy and and delightfully bubbly personality, they also present a glowing visual homage to France and to Monet’s garden in Giverny.
“But Nora didn’t want Mama to go. She didn’t want to say good-bye. Mama bent over Nora with her bright smile, but Nora didn’t smile back. She grabbed her umbrella and pulled hard. ‘Don’t go!’ she cried.”
“Alfanhui knew about firewood. He knew which kinds of wood gave off sad flames and which gave off joyful flames, those that made strong, dark fires or those that made bright, dancing fires, those that left female embers to warm the dreams of cats or others that left male embers to bring repose to hunting dogs.”
″‘Little brother, where is your light?’
‘Am I brother of yours, bridge?’ wondered the lighthouse. ‘Your light was so bright that I thought mine was needed no more.‘”