"The Snowy Day" Quotes
picture books | 28 pages | Published in 1976
Winner of the 1963 Caldecott Medal! No book has captured the magic and sense of possibility of the first snowfall better than The Snowy Day. Universal in its appeal, the story has become a favorite of millions, as it reveals a child's wonder at a new world, and the hope of capturing and keeping that wonder forever. The adventures of a little boy in the city on a very snowy day. "Keats's sparse collage illustrations capture the wonder and beauty a snowy day can bring to a small child."—Barnes & Noble "Ezra Jack Keats's classic The Snowy Day, winner of the 1963 Caldecott Medal, pays homage to the wonder and pure pleasure a child experiences when the world is blanketed in snow."—Publisher's Weekly "The book is notable not only for its lovely artwork and tone, but also for its importance as a trailblazer. According to Horn Book magazine, The Snowy Day was "the very first full-color picture book to feature a small black hero"—yet another reason to add this classic to your shelves. It's as unique and special as a snowflake."—Amazon.com
| ISBN_13: | 9780698139138 |
| ISBN_10: | 0698139135 |
Quotes
I put my right foot into my left boot. I pulled on my boots, and my feet disappeared!
The snow was very beautiful. I walked very carefully to see if I could make a footprint.
The snowball grew bigger and bigger, until I pushed it up on top of my head. But then it fell off, and rolled down my back.
I made tracks. I left my footprints. Looking back, I had walked a long way. I was surprised.
I made a snowball and another, and I made a snowman. I made a snowman with my grandmother. And we gave him a stick for a mouth.
The snow was so clean and white. I tried to join Peter, but the stick would not go through.
All together we walked through the deep, deep snow toward the deep, deep woods.
The snow stopped falling. I could see my tracks again. But I knew I could not walk with my feet deep in the snow.
I made tracks on the sidewalk. But soon the snow was not clean anymore, and my tracks were not there.
When I got home, I told my mother all about my adventures. And I showed her my snowball -- the one I had saved in my pocket.
