Mac Barnett's Extra Yarn is in many ways a perfect story to share with children on a cold, blustery and sombre winter's day, showing simply, gracefully and with subdued emotionality that while Annabelle's lack of selfishness (how she knits not only for herself but for everyone and everything) always means she has extra yarn, as soon as the greedy archduke (after not being able to entice Annabelle to sell him her box of yarn) steals said box, the erstwhile always filled container becomes permanently and lastingly empty (for like in oh so many folk and fairy tales, the magic yarn would of course only keep being permanently present and producing for someone like Annabelle, who makes use of it for humanitarian purposes, for sharing the colour and the warmth of her knitting).
And truly, the archduke not only gets his more than very well deserved and just proverbial desserts, even his angrily declaimed curse (after he finds that the box is indeed empty and staying that way) gloriously and totally backfires, as the stolen box magically makes its way back to Annabelle, is also and naturally again filled with magical never ending yarn, and she is, indeed, very much happy (as is everyone and everything who has benefitted from Annabelle's knitting passion and generosity, except, needless to say, the greedy archduke who only desired the box of yarn for himself).
Now I have generally not always been that much a fan of Jon Klassen's artwork and illustrative style, but with regard to his accompanying pictures for Mac Barnett's narrative in Extra Yarn, I have indeed been very much pleasantly surprised and charmed (at how the black, white and brown colours of Annabelle's cold and dreary little town are made more beautiful and warmer with and by her colourful knitting patterns, but also how the colourful knitting threads do not ever erase the browns, whites and blacks of the townscape but rather embrace them to form a charming and warming combination of all colours, well, at least in Annabelle's town, for the exact opposite is of course and fortunately true with regard to the the archduke and his castle, as both his domicile and he and his attire always remain sombre, dark and depressing).