One night, young Anna’s mother takes her to the ballet, and everything is changed. So begins the journey of a girl who will one day grow up to be the most famous prima ballerina of all time, inspiring legions of dancers after her: the brave, the generous, the transcendently gifted Anna Pavlova. Swan: The Life and Dance of Anna Pavlova is a heartbreakingly beautiful picture book biography perfect for aspiring ballerinas of all ages...
Celebrating cultural diversity, a wonderful picture book
follows a spirited Chinese-American girl as she tries to convince her mother
and father that selling Chinese food on this all-American holiday is not
acceptable, but as the parade passes by and fireworks color the night sky, she
learns a valuable lesson.
A heartwarming father-son story about bravery and facing
fears.
Nicholas wants to be as brave as his dad, but he needs help.
That’s why he needs a dinosaur. After all, dinosaurs like the dark, bugs are
nothing to them, and they eat manhole covers for lunch (and everything under
them for dinner).
With his toy dinosaur, Nicholas can scale tall walls, swim in
deep water, even score a goal against the huge goalie everyone calls Gorilla.
But when the dinosaur goes missing, everything is scary again.
Luckily, his dad knows that even the bravest people can get scared, and it’s okay to ask for help facing your fears. It’s just guy stuff.
Violet longs for the time when her family was connected: before life, distractions, and technology pulled them all away from each other. They used to gather at the table, with food and love, to make memories, share their lives, and revel in time spent together. But now her family has been drifting apart, and with nobody to gather around it, the table grows smaller and smaller.
Can Violet remind her family of the warmth of time spent together, and gather around the table once more?
A moving ode to the immigrant experience, as well as a
manifesto of self-love for Chinese American children.
What do you see when you look in the mirror, Mei? Do you see beauty?
We see eyes that point toward the sun, that give us the warmth and joy of a thousand rays when you smile. We see hair as inky black and smooth as a peaceful night sky. We see skin brushed with gold.
What is love? A child wonders. What does it feel like, smell
like, taste like? How does it move? How long does it last?
And as she prepares a traditional Chinese meal for
her family, the child's mother replies: her love for him is rosy as
wolfberries, warm like tea, sweeter than the red dates she puts in his soup. It
shines through the water like its own brilliant sun. It goes round and round
with no beginning and no end. Because a mother's love for a child is always
there, warm and soft, broad and tender.
When Charlie turns a plain cardboard box into a zippy new car, he can’t wait for Mama to have the first ride. He adjusts the mirror, checks to be sure there is enough gas, and reminds Mama to buckle up. Then off they go—REV REV VROOM! There are places to visit and bumps along the way. There is even a traffic jam! By the time they return home, Mama is exhausted, but Charlie can’t wait for her nap to be over so he can drive her someplace else.
A young Asian boy notices that his eyes look different from his peers' after seeing his friend’s drawing of them. After talking to his father, the boy realizes that his eyes rise to the skies and speak to the stars, shine like sunlit rays, and glimpse trails of light from those who came before—in fact, his eyes are like his father’s, his agong’s, and his little brother’s, and they are visionary. Inspired by the men in his family, he recognizes his own power and strength from within.
Rather than focusing on going to bed—and what kid wants to think about going to bed? This book explores all of the dreamy, wonderful, strange things the next day might bring.
Through poetic text and exquisite illustrations of children reveling in nature, this picture book explores the various ways we as human beings are strong, creative, and connected to others. Each of us is like a tree, with roots and fruit, and an enduring link to everything else in nature. “The tree in me is strong. It bends in the wind and has roots that go deep . . . to where other roots reach up toward their own trunk-branch-crown and sky.