Then I can simply hand it over and say, “No no, I’ll wait,” while they take the fifteen minutes required to read his book.
Really, I should just keep a copy ready and at hand for such instances. It’s more just a question of why would they would take in the lesser pleasure (my company) when they could be basking in the wonders Tan makes available to the visual sense in The Arrival. This is not because I refuse to speak to those who haven’t read Shaun Tan’s book.
And to those who ask, “But what’s The Arrival?” I will cock my head ever so slightly and with a playful astonishment dancing behind my eyes, I will ask them why they are bothering with talking to me when they still haven’t read one of the most beautiful books ever created. I think this is how I’ll likely describe the book in the future. But here, now, days later, that description feels as though it’s made itself at home. Wuffles to a curious party-just off the top of my head.
“It’s like The Arrival, but for kids.” That was how I tried to describe David Wiesner’s Mr.
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