There’s just something about Maine and children’s literature. I know that here in America we’ve a number of children’s literature locations. There’s the eerie conglomeration of children’s book creators drawn to Amherst/Northampton. There’s Abilene, Texas where all those children’s literature statues reside. There’s New York (nuff said). But Maine… it just has a different feel entirely. It’s where Robert McCloskey plied his trade. It’s where Miss Rumphius planted all those lupines. And it’s where...