This book is about a child and their father who lives in the countryside, going out into the woods on a cold and snowy night. The child explains that they were going owling. With each turn of the page, the child explained more about owling: how you must be quiet, and cold, and brave. The story was written as lusciously as the illustrations. In the end, they saw the owl, a big, beautiful, brown owl. Once it flew off, they headed home, satisfied by their owling experience.
I highly recommend this book, and I couldn’t recommend it enough. Though the story was simple, the author put so much effort into making the reader feel like they were there with them, owling too. I didn’t realize I was holding my breath when the owl responded to the fathers calls. I only breathed again after the owl took off. The illustrations were gorgeous, especially the full page dedicated to the owl bathed in flashlight. This book was a great example of losing oneself in the story, and I could see any child falling in love with reading from this book.