Was shuffling through my library of children’s books again and stumbled across “The Leaf Men,” an oldie (published in 1996) but such a goodie. An endearing story about how even the littlest of us can do good in the world to make other people happy. The moment you start reading William Joyce’s children’s books, you feel like you’re a little kid again being read to by your parent… that feeling that you’re being told a grand story and are about to be taken on an adventure. There are stories written between the lines that aren’t even explained, but are left to your imagination which is really lovely. Coupled with the marvelous writing, William’s illustrations are delicious… one of my favourite children’s book illustrators, I particularly love his nostalgic style, mixing vintage colours with the modern stylization of characters. And most of all, I love his stories because they make me cry each time I read them.