These are all things that can be said about Andy Runton’s Owly, and yet none of these adequately describe this charming little book.
There is no evidence of brilliant craftsmanship shining through Runton’s illustrations (not that Owly‘s art isn’t brilliantly crafted, but more that it just doesn’t grab you by the collar to scream in your face expounding on how brilliant it is). The art, too, is low on detail and finish, using broad brushstrokes and few lines to convey character and place. The stories are simple (even perhaps simplistic) and the characters are all dressed in heart-on-sleeve fashion. That there are nearly no words means that readers will spend all their time reading pictures instead of divvying time between text and illustration. One can breeze through the entire volume in under fifteen minutes. It’s difficult to know exactly what to say about Owly.
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