We Were Tired Of Living In A House by Liesel Moak Skorpen
This is one of my favorite picture books from when I was little. I read it over and over. I'm tempted to buy a copy so I can have the pleasure of owning it.
The Plot: Three siblings are tired of living in a house, so they pack their bags and find a new home. A tree is fine... until they tumble out. Then they move onto a raft... until something happens and they move on to a new residence. They bring a memento from each home with them. At the end, they decide a house is best and go back home.
The Good: I think this is my earliest "survivor" book. Yes, one can argue for the language, or the pattern storytelling; the fantasy element as the children pretend to set up housekeeping until, at the end of a day of make believe, they return home. For me, it was examining the details of illustrations and truly believing that this intrepid group was living in a tree. And a raft. And a cave. The illustrator for the edition I loved was Doris Burn, so I'll need to hunt used book sales to get my own copy.
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