Zolotow, Charlotte

William's Doll

More than anything, William wants a doll. "Don't be a creep," says his brother. "Sissy, sissy," chants the boy next door. Then one day someone really understands William's wish, and makes it easy for others to understand, too.

The Seashore Book

"A young boy, who has never seen the sea, asks his mother to describe it. From there, Zolotow carefully chooses her words to create a poem full of the colors, sounds, and sights of a day at the beach. Minor's softly detailed renderings reinforce the gentle mood." 'SLJ. "[Zolotow's] words have a special lilt that lingers long after the book is closed." 'NYT.

Notable 1992 Children's Trade Books in Social Studies (NCSS/CBC)
Outstanding Science Trade Books for Children 1992 (NSTA/CBC)
A Reading Rainbow Selection

Big Sister and Little Sister

A small girl runs away from her domineering older sister, only to discover how much she is needed and loved. `A heartwarming picture book for small girls.' —BL.

Children's Books of the Year 1966 (CSA)

If You Listen

The Storm Book

It is a day in the country,\nand everything is hot and still.\nThen the hazy sky begins to shift.\nSomething is astir, something soundless.

I Like to Be Little

With her finely tuned ear for the concerns and cadences of childhood, Zolotow records a little girl describing all the things she likes that grown-ups usually do not. This tale, adapted from Zolotow's I Want to Be Little and newly illustrated with appealing watercolors, will strike a pleasurable chord with adults and children.

I Know a Lady

If you are lucky you know someone like the elderly lady in this book. Whenever she sees you--coming home from school, trick-or-treating at Halloween, or walking with your dog in the wood--she makes you feel special. She is someone you admire. She is someone you love.

When the Wind Stops

When a little boy asks this question at the end of a happy day, his mother explains that the wind does not stop-it blows away to make the trees dance somewhere else.\n\nReassuringly, she tells him that nothing ever ends, it simply begins in another place

The Hating Book

I hate hate hated my friend.
When I moved over in the school bus,
she sat somewhere else.
When her point broke in arithmetic
and I passed her my pencil,
she took Peter's instead.
"Ask her," my mother said.
"Ask your friend why."

Over and Over

`The year's seasonal changes and festivities that are important in a little child's life are imaginatively [described]. . . . The story ends with the happy realization that it will all come round `over and over' again.' —H.