I'm living in my home state of Ohio again, after living elsewhere for many decades. Since my return I'm often reminded of the distinctly different topography, sociology, and cultural heritage of the various regions within this supposed "flyover" state. The area of Ohio most distinct, in many ways, is the southeast region that embraces an Appalachian vibe similar to that of Kentucky, where my mother grew up. All too often, any references to regions marked with valleys and hollows, rural roads, very small towns, generational residents, and stereotypical white steeple churches seem to be shadowed by an air of condescension. Perhaps that description is too strong, but at least I detect a degree of judgement or assumption that such an area is backward, isolated, or in other ways "less than" more urban regions.
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It may be that those who treat such regions and their residents as "drive through" rather than "flyover" are still so removed from those "other" lives that they only notice the front yard cars on cinder blocks or the upholstered furniture near the garden. Perhaps it is only a residual awareness or memory of such things, since most travelers stick to the freeways and make their stops at Buc-ee's or other franchises, cookie-cutter places with no way to tell one from the other.
The author chose to put that yard couch front and center. The couch is fully foreground in this tale that takes readers along on a summer night adventure. The couch is strapped to the roof of the car, a car finally urged into its potential to run. Using well-managed rhyme in the pattern of "This Is The House That Jack Built", these smoky-toned, starry-night images build upon each other as the verses do, sharing the joy and excitement of seeking a full moon to view and a beautiful world to celebrate. The joy of the experience is irresistible, the moon is luminous amid the lifting fog, and the family shares their front row seat with readers. Grateful. Delighted. Thrilled, even, at the wonder of it all.
This story celebrates love, life, and luxury- the luxury of a family that sees and appreciates each other and the world around them. A world that would be lost to them in the city.
The author grew up in the rolling hills of Ohio's Appalachia and treasures her experiences there. The illustrator did not, but captured the values and tone of Kate's words in images that took me right back to summer nights in Kentucky. I seemed to hear the crickets, the distant train whistles, the wind in the tree tops. I won't share details from the author's or illustrator's notes, but I do urge you to take a moment after reading this book to absorb what they have to say. Especially if you're ever heard (or felt) that slightly judgmental tone in in discussions about the people and lives of western Appalachia. The blend of gentle rhythmic language and ethereal art will wrap you in s sense of how and why the life portrayed is one to be envied.
Now that summer is upon us, we are all capable of setting foot outside to discover what wonders might await us, whether on a front stoop or the front seat of a car, on a bike or on foot. Life is out there. And life is in all of us, especially when we share the ride.