MY FRIEND, LOONIE

Loss is loss, no matter how buoyant the friend.

When her parents come home one day with a gloriously gargantuan yellow balloon, their little girl knows instantly that she has found a friend. Over the next few days, she and Loonie (as she names the balloon) do almost everything together: go for walks, observe the squirrels, and dance. All is well until the girl invites her friend to see the garden but neglects to hold onto its string. Her grief is acknowledged and understood by her parents, who help her plant seeds in the ground. But slowly she sees other yellow things, like the flowers she planted, and is able to remember the good times the two had together. By the tale’s end, her happiness comes from that remembering—a well-conveyed message that will resonate with readers confronting similar situations. Lindsay’s bold, smudgy art makes clever use of color—yellow is a motif throughout, from the signifying brightness of Loonie to the little girl’s clothing and other objects in their vicinity. At the end, parents are warned of the dangers of uninflated balloons around small children and the perils they can pose to wildlife. The little girl’s parents present as female; all are light-skinned. (This book was reviewed digitally.)

Respect for children’s sadness and loss is exemplified beautifully in this tactful take on grief and its recovery.