Little Red Bird “had all she could need— / She had water and seed / And plenty to read,” but she longed, we are told, to be ever so bold: to spread her red wings and to see all the things outside of her place and the curtains of lace at the window of her dim abode. When she finds (to her glee) portals open—she’s free!—she is wracked with a moment of doubt. “Should she stay, should she go?” And do you, reader, know what you’d do if ’twas YOU wanting out? Freedom tastes pretty fine, and the park is divine, and she may even make a new friend. Trade the comforts of home for a new life, unknown? That’s the gamble of life without end. Pictures lavender-lit are a marvelous fit for this story that’s told all in rhyme. When you choose your own way, there’s a price you must pay—it’s a quandary as old as all time. (Picture book. 7-12)