The Boy Who Didn’t Believe in Spring, by Lucille Clifton with lyrical drawings by Brinton Turkle is perfect for both the season and the kid who is an emergent reader.
Today it’s in the 40′s and raining. I have my winter coat and scarf on. I really really was hoping never to have to see them again. But it is clearly not yet time to pack up the cold weather gear.
So I’m suddenly feeling a bit more sympathetic towards King Shabazz, the main character in Lucille Clifton’s book The Boy Who Didn’t Believe in Spring. Because right about now, I’m having a bit of trouble believing in it myself.
It’s a beautiful world where flowers come floating out of the abandoned cars that rest precariously atop junk piles…
But maybe if I moved into that perfectly drawn 1970′s universe and had white glasses and a best friend named Tony Espolito, and maybe if I scrambled around in an empty lot and came upon some yellow flowers busting through the rubble… Then maybe, just maybe, I might begin to believe that warmer days were on the horizon.
I’d better go out and look right now!
These people (on the back cover) look like they need to see some little yellow flowers, too…
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