A couple of days ago, over a very nice lunch, I had a sneak preview of the most beautiful book: Meredith Costain's new picture book, called My Baby Love. The text is deceptively simple, rhythmical and enticing - it will be a joy to read aloud. The pictures by a Spanish artist whose name I have unfortunately forgotten, are wonderful: a combination of realism and whimsy (a description which will probably give you the wrong impression entirely). I think my favourite is the baby swinging from its mother's braids... or maybe the page with the mother's look of adoration.
I don't have it in front of me - for some strange reason Meredith wasn't giving away her first, precious, advance copy - so I can't describe it better than that. It's out in April, so you'll simply have to wait till then and see it yourself.
The only other thing I'll say is: I wish I'd written it! Congratulations, Meredith. This is a wonderful book.
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