A childhood classic - well, a classic of my childhood, certainly. The charming tales of a kind, philosophical moose living in the wilds of Minnesota, always on his way home (but never seeming to arrive there). Along his way, he helps his friends, does kind things, is treated kindly by others, makes moose-ic (sorry, can't resist a pun), and asks a Skunk to be his valentine. Jim Latimer's very short stories are sweet, warm, read-together tales, and comforting to me in the same way as a toasty warm comforter and a mug of noodle soup (more childhood classics). Donald Carrick's watercolor illustrations are suffused with an otherworldly light, capturing summer in the lily marsh and winter in the cow fields with astonishing precision. The illustrations alone make this a true work of art to savor, but paired with Latimer's text the entire book exudes warmth and dreaminess and a quiet sort of joy that anyone who loves nature and nature's creatures can identify with.

Even getting stuck in a snow drift and waiting for the county plow to come isn't so bad when there's a friend willing to pass the time with you. ( )

A moose walks home and meets other animals and has adventures. It goes through Christmas day, Valentine's day. He meets the Easter Rabbit. And shares with his friends on his birthday. ( )