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Cyd Moore, Illustrator
I Love You, 
Stinky Face I Love You,
Stinky Face
By Lisa McCourt
Starred review in Booklist

ORDER: HARDCOVER
ORDER: PAPERBACK

“In a funny, tender bedtime story, a mother tucks her child in with lots of hugs and kisses and words of love, but the toddler worries: ‘Would you still love me if I were a big scary ape? Or a super smelly skunk? Or a slimy swamp creature? Or a cyclops that had just one big, gigantic eye? Each time, the mother is totally reassuring, undonditionally loving, and wonderfully creative about how she would help and nurture and adore the monstrous offspring! The playful uproar dramatizes every child’s elemental fear that no one would love you if people knew how bad you really were. The answer here is absolute: nothing could ever make me stop loving you.”
—Hazel Rochman, Booklist

I Miss You,
Stinky Face
By Lisa McCourt

ORDER: HARDCOVER

“A book that takes the time-honored Runaway Bunny question-and-answer pattern and brings it home. A little boy is on the phone with his mother, who says she’s coming home that day on a big silver airplane. “But, Mama, But Mama, what if the airplane forgets how to fly?” The mother answers that she will find a hot-air balloon and float right into his room. When the boy asks what will happen fi the balloon runs out of air in the desert, the mother says she will grab a camel and ride him like a racehorse; just as neatly she resolves all the what-ifs he presents. The intrepid mother has flowing golden hair, a headband, hoop earrings, and an obvious resemblance to her charming son. The pictures, in joyous pastel colors, are fairly bursting with action; the child’s questions appear in a bristling typeface, while the mother’s soothing answers are in a more conventional font. Despite its derivative origins, the book is reassuring. —Kirkus Reviews

Alice & GretaAlice & Greta
by Steve Simmons

ORDER: HARDCOVER

Alice & Greta appeared on the Today Show, Regis & Kathy Lee, Good Morning America, and CNN. This magical version of the Witch’s Golden Rule, “Whatever you wish, whatever you brew, sooner or later, comes back to your” appeals to children everywhere.

Greta’s Revenge - coming September 1999

Where's the Night Train Going?Where’s the Night Train Going?
By Eilleen Spinelli

American Booksellers’ Association Pick of the List

ORDER: HARDCOVER

Poet Eilleen Spinelli takes her readers on a long adventure to see bridges and boats dressed up with lights, to ride on a night train, to listen to whale songs, to visit a great white shark, and to watch a strom thunder in from the safety of a warm bed. This original collection of poems will add extra pleasure to bedtime or naptime reading.


A Frog Inside My Hat
By Faye Robinson

Early Childhood News Directors’ Choice Award

This book presents the very best in children’s poetry for the very youngest readers. Culled from the works of internationally known poets, including David McCord, Lilian Moore, Jack Prelutsky, Lucille Clifton, Arnold Lobel, and Nikki Giovanni, this jubilant collection captures the spirit of childhood in rhythm and rhyme, humor and joy. It will tickle the funny bones of readers, young and old.

What’s the Full Moon Full of?
By Shulamith Levey Oppenheim

The moon shines big and bright on the night that Jonas and his grandmother take a walk in the woods. Jonas looks up and asks, “What is the full moon full of?” But before his grandmother can answer, a red squirrel ventures an opinion. Soon cow, robin, bullfrog, bear, and firefly join the discussion, offering their own ideas about the full moon. Like Jonas, children who read or hear this story will have their own ideas about what the full moon is full of—and they may surprise child and adult alike.

Tickle Day
By Charles Ghigna
Hyperion Books for Children
American Booksellers Pick of the List

Long-legged spiders, snowy sled rides, rainy days, and even furry fish are portrayed in these charming verses. A collection of thirty poems celebrates the joy and wonder of a child’s world.

I Love You, Bunny Rabbit
By Shulamith Levey Oppenheim

Bunny Rabbit has no fur. She has eaten applesauce. She has drunk chocolate milk. She has been thoroughly chewed. But Micah loves Bunny Rabbit. When Mama takes Micah to the toy store to buy a new bunny, he sees many new animals. But none of them can compare with Bunny Rabbit. Micah loves his rabbit, tattered and worn as she is, above all others. There’s more to a toy than what meets the eye.

Jane Yolen’s Songs of Summer
By Jane Yolen and Adam Stemple

Summer pleasures are joyfully set to music, celebrating all of the sunny sights and sounds. Whimsical illustrations add to the merriment.

Cyd Moore, IllustratorWhen I was a kid, I didn’t own a lot of books. In the summer, the public library book mobile, which was a lot like a camper with shelves filled with books, would come around to the farm houses in the country every week. We could check out about 10 books every week. I would get my 10, read them over and over, and then I would draw the pictures. I also drew comic strips from the newspaper.

We only had 2 television stations on a good clear day, and video games were not around yet. We had not so many toys and no friends living near us. But we did have a creek, so many animals—60 something goats, dogs, cats, ducks and geese, guinea pigs and raccoons—just to name a few, and big open space to play night and day. The woods were better than anywhere, and we spent hours damming up the creek, building frog houses in the mud and chasing fireflies on really hot summer nights. Growing up like that gives you a lot of time to dream...a lot of time to be quiet... lying all warm-in-the-sun flat-on-your-back in a wheat field, watching the gold tops of the grass blowing against the clouds above...those are moments that open you up...that’s when you learn to feel and notice magic in the ordinary world.

My granny was a poet and voracious reader, my mom was an artist and my dad was a farmer, pilot, inventor, builder, and doer of anything that someone dared him couldn’t be done. We flew in his little plane on the weekends, taking up the neighborhood kids-and sometimes dogs-for rides. My two brothers were fearless and totally crazy. They always wanted to fly, so they frequently jumped out of the second story barn door with homemade wings, or umbrellas, or bedsheets...anything that might help them soar.

At the University of Georgia I studied graphic design and fine arts. Armed with a lot of imagination, but not much confidence, I found staying in the art program was sometimes a test for how much abuse my ego could withstand. One professor gave us an assignment to keep a personal sketch book. So I kept a little book of drawings with creatures, and dogs, and cats, and pretty much everything that I draw every day now as a professional illustrator. He asked us to bring them in about midway through the semester. When he saw mine, he brought it up in front of the classroom. I thought he was going to praise me on my marvelously creative mind...instead he yelled, “This is not art! I never want to see this again in my classroom!’ and with that, he threw it on the table. I left, went to my dorm, and cried all night. What in the world was a girl from the farm doing in a university art program?

Well, I had a choice. I could quit and go home, or I could hold up my head, go back to the art department and work hard. I’m fairly stubborn. I stayed. It was good training for the real world. Art directors can sometimes be ruthless...commercial clients are even worse. You really can’t fear criticism in this business.

After graduating, I worked as a graphic designer and illustrator. I’ve designed annual reports, packaging, brochures and illustrated posters, billboards, books, newspaper and magazine articles, cassette and CD covers, and even Happy Meal boxes for McDonald’s.

As an illustrator trying to get projects in the children’s book market, I realized a great need for better communication between children’s book illustrators and editors and art directors in publishing. The idea of Picturebook, the Directory of Children’s Book Illustration was born. With the help of a children’s book agent, this collection of some of the best children’s book illustrators working today is published and distributed annually to publishers, game and puzzle companies, the music industry, animation houses, and other art buyers. Picturebook has helped hundreds of children’s book artists showcase their work in a very effective way.

Today, I divide my time between Picturebook, speaking to schools and conferences, and illustrating and writing new books. Most of all, I am my children’s taxi cab driver and mom. My two teenage sons live with me in Michigan with our cats and dog. I travel as often as possible–this year was India. I read a lot, mostly non-fiction books, and I take Kung Fu and meditate daily (my grownup way of escaping to lie on my back in the sun in the wheat fields.) It gives me clarity amidst the chaos and keeps the creativity flowing.

Many times people ask how to be a successful artist. I believe almost anything can be an art. Learn your craft well, so that the struggle of the process is over...know how to use the paints and brushes...what paper works for your techniques; or how to run a program well on your computer... or how to mix mortar and lay bricks ...or how to pitch a baseball...or how to use a potter’s wheel. Learn all the rules. Then comes the hardest part...go beyond the rules.

Begin to let go. Live and LOVE what you do. Period. Love it so much that you can’t imagine not doing it. Love it so much, that nobody–even an insensitive professor–can beat it out of you. Stay with it. One day, you will find your inspiration. You will give in to that perfect moment, and you will see that you are no longer trying to do it, but that you are doing it...effortlessly. When that happens, embrace it...you are an artist at that moment.

We forget when we grow up and grow old how to do everything so completely. When we were five, we were all artists. We could sing so pretty and we could run so fast. Some of us actually believed we could fly. That ordinary everyday magic...we knew it then, and we didn’t even know it was special.

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