Every time I read The Snowy Day to young relatives or to a class of children sitting cross-legged in front of me, Mr. Keats has my attention, too, from the very first page. Because that’s me: an African-American child whose bed was right next to the window. I would stare outside at the snow planning my day, hoping to make crunchy footprints, firm snowballs, and of course wondering, would there be enough snow to go sledding?
As I read this book aloud to kids, I hear my voice full of enthusiasm as Peter plays in his snowsuit or nearly at a whisper as Peter dreams. Whether it’s nostalgic for me or creating a new experience for a child now, I’m so touched to read this beautiful story that’s timeless and colorful in so many ways.”