Usually, I focus on new books, but today, I need to present a classic: Frederick by Leo Lionni. Published in 1967, this book is still in print and it still speaks to all of those dreamy, quiet kids out there who might just be poets.
Now we all know that everyone is supposed to help clean up, do their fair share and, if you are a field mouse, that means you are supposed to help store food for the long winter. But Frederick sits with his eyelids closed, collecting the sun’s rays, or staring at the meadow, collecting colours while his mice siblings bustle about. He doesn’t look like he’s doing much, but he is. He’s saving up all his words for the thick of winter when their food supplies are dwindling. His words and poems enable them to envision spring. Hope.
I love the Fredericks of the world, and this book is a great introduction to the different roles in society, or even a touchpoint for beginning philosophy.