"But she wanted to be noisy!
She wanted to be free.
She wanted to be wilder
than she was supposed to be.
So she
fluttered ...
... and she ran
and made her own kind of tracks.
Readers are immediately informed that Eleanor loves wild things. In fact, she surrounds herself with them. Inside, Eleanor believes she is one of them. The wildness is just waiting to come out. After being called inside one night at bedtime, she dreamed of 'things with fur and fin'. That dream was all she needed to release the Wild.
Her bedroom and other rooms in the house welcomed rabbits, squirrels, green plants, and a bit of chaos. She had her breakfast on a brown bear sofa, and quietly made her house a wild place for a new day. She lived in joy in the wild running, and leaving drawings wherever she went. She hid from others and howled with a wolf.
When she had a snack, she shared with the wild animals that gravitated toward her table and chose to be in her space. She did all of the things she had always wanted to do, rather than being composed and quiet. She came right 'out of her shell'. She gloried in the activities ... until she fell. Only then did everything grow quiet once more. After such a glorious day all she wanted was a bath and bed.
"Then in the place between awake
and dreams not yet begun,
she heard a voice that loved her say,
"Good night, my wild one.""
Every detail on the book's spreads celebrates the wildness that Eleanor covets. Her world brims with verdant green and constant motion. After the beauty and spirit of a day spent in wildness, she is content to return to the safety of love and a good night's rest; ever-changed and full of confidence.
































