GRAY FOX IN THE MOONLIGHT

Never trust a picture book.

People who grow up with children’s books may have strange, romanticized ideas about animals: Elephants are as regal as Babar. Caterpillars are cuddly and very hungry. The foxes in this picture book are more beautiful than any real animal. Gray Fox is as dark as a shadow, and her eyes are as wide as moons. Peterson has even improved on the sky. Glowing lights spiral across it, like milk dissolving in a cup of coffee. But readers will be grateful they had a chance to see it. The text is just as poetic: “All the world is still / until // Gray Fox moves again.” The poetry often comes less from the words than from the spaces between them. One sentence is scattered across the spread a word at a time: “The / stars / shine / between / the / leaves.” The text matches the fox’s steps so perfectly that readers may feel as though they’re following her home through the woods. But then, that’s the entirety of the story: Gray Fox goes home to her children and falls asleep. There’s no drama here, but if the story were any less spare, readers might not stop to see the wonders along the way. (This book was reviewed digitally.)

If foxes have lost some of their fairy-tale enchantment, this book might restore it.