I love that this little corner of the internet is like our local watering hole, where we swap stories and favorite things. But sometimes I love that you can’t hear me. Because if you had heard the shrieks and squeals that I let loose when I read Gabrielle’s interview with Oliver Jeffers, you might think twice about our friendship.
I adore Oliver Jeffers. He captures wonder and wit with a sharp imagination and spills it all out into his books. This Moose Belongs to Me starts like this: “Wilfred owned a moose. He hadn’t always owned a moose. The moose just came to him a while ago and he knew, just KNEW that it was meant to be his.”
Wilfred names him Marcel, and the two listen to records, pick apples, and gallivant over the countryside together. But when a teeny old lady thinks that she owns the moose – well, havok and hijinks take over the pages. And aren’t those pages beautiful? I love the sweeping landscapes, the spare and graphic characters, and the hand drawn type.
P.S. – Do you live in Brooklyn? If you are as crazy about Oliver Jeffers as I am, go check out this exhibit!