All the World by Liz Garton Scanlon & Marla Frazee

I have not posted in a while. I've been busy, down right busy. However, I want to take a moment to share a picture book with you. 

In the last 23 months, I've read more books geared for children than I can count or remember. Nora and I check them out from the library and devour them. I've read some good ones. I've read some that do nothing for me. Yet, I've never had one make me teary. 

All the World by Liz Garton Scanlon & Marla Frazee makes me tear up every time I read to Nora, and I've read it at least thirty or forty times in the last two weeks. I just read it again tonight, as part of Nora's bedtime routine. I teared up again. 

I fucking love this book. I don't know if it is the hippie living inside me or what. The book reads like a wish for the world, a world I want to live in but feel is out of reach. 

Regardless, I'm not giving it back to the library anytime soon.   

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