So a few weeks ago, in search of that defibrillation for the imagination that happens when the right reader meets the right story (and in truth, in part to fight back at my own sadness and fear), I emailed some of the children’s writers and artists whose work I love most. I asked them to write something, or draw something, anything, that would offer that galvanic sense of possibility even in darkness. The response was glorious, which shouldn’t have surprised me. So many children’s writers and illustrators are themselves already hunters and gatherers of hope; manufacturers and peddlers of wonder.

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