Where The Wild Things Are, by Maurice Sendak
I loved the idea of Max’s noctural, wild world just extending on from his bedroom in Where The Wild Things Are. And the illustrations, especially the big, bulky headed “wild things” are fab, even all these years on.
Where The Forest Meets The Sea, by Jeannie Baker
The use of collage to make the illustrations, with real bark being used as the bark of the trees, was just amazing to me as a child, as was trying to find things in the detailed pictures. The story of Where The Forest Meets The Sea was lovely, too. Very gentle with a subtle message.
John Brown, Rose And The Midnight Cat, by Jenny Wagner
John Brown, Rose And The Midnight Cat was kept at my Grandma’s house. For some reason, I’ve always remembered it. I recall that it had a really soothing pace to it.
The Complete Adventures Of Snugglepot And Cuddlepie, by May Gibbs
I grew up in the Australian bush, and the idea of these wonderful characters based on things, like seed pods and flower steams, that I could see around my home was so appealing. The gumnut babies (Snugglepot and Cuddlepie) were so cute and the Banksia men so bad.
Dot And The Kangaroo, by Ethel C. Pedley
Again, living in the bush meant stories based on a little girl, Dot, getting lost in surrounds like mine really spoke to me. And besides, who wouldn’t want to get befriended by a kangaroo and taken on adventures? Dot And The Kanagroo is quite an old story, too, so it felt really special to read, like a window into a different time, a settlers/colonial world.