I love books that begin before the title page, and this one does with the words 'The air had been dank and heavy all day'. Underneath, a beautiful and yet curious illustration captures a moment, as if in slow motion; raindrops bounce and drip and a snail leads us onwards. I knew I was hooked by this book already.
The illustrations use a dark palette of blacks, greys, purples and sage green, perfectly reflecting the feelings and emotions of anyone who may be carrying a storm, troubled, worried or disolutioned. Despite their heavy mood, they are also delicate, detailed, light and intriguing. They cause you to stop and look closely, noticing movement, expressions and artistic effects that reveal hope and light. Pick out the use of white.
It isn't often you become endeared to a rat in a story, and as you hear her words of anguish, so wish to help her. Concern and support, gentle encouragement and care come through the beautiful words of her friends and advocates. The storm's metaphor for rat's emotional distress is articulated simply but profoundly, poetically, 'aren't all voices just noise until someone listens?' Talk, little rat, talk.
Perfect, poignant and deeply satisfying.