Daisy Hirst’s picture book about friendship, loneliness and
self-reliance is shot through with delightful absurdity and illustrated
with enormous wit.
The girl with the parrot on her head has a good life, thanks to her good
friend Simon, a fantastic playmate who is also good with newts. But
when Simon’s family moves away, the girl is shattered, and has to learn
to play on her own. She develops a system for putting her playthings
away, including a box of wolves, a box of broken umbrellas, and a box of
darkness.
But the biggest wolf doesn’t quite fit in the wolf box, and she’s
worried he’ll get out, which is why she is so excited to find a huge box
on the kerb. When she tries to take it home, she discovers that it has a
kid inside it – another friend who helps her turn the box into a
spaceship and to turn the broken umbrellas into satellites that they use
to decorate her room to play new, epic make-believe games.
I bought this over the weekend at the East London Comic Arts Fair and
read it to two seven-year-olds, my daughter and my nephew. I could tell
straightaway that this was a winner. Both kids – who are starting to
age out of picture books and into chapter books – were totally taken
with it, thanks in no small part to the enormous energy, movement and
narrative drive from the deceptively simple artwork.
The storyline is a gorgeous combination of straightahead allegory (girl
loses friend, learns to cope, finds new friend) and purest pinkwaterian
nonsense – why does she have a parrot on her head? What’s the deal with
the wolves? It’s such a winning combo!
We’re about to move from London to Los Angeles, and while our daughter
is enormously excited about the prospect, she’s also very trepidations
about leaving her friends behind. I could really see her using this book
to help her with her fear.
There isn’t much by way of US distribution (here’s a couple used copies), but I’m willing to bet you can get ‘em from online UK booksellers.
