Books at Bedtime: My Little Round House
Tuesday, March 9th, 2010
When I first read Bolormaa Baasansuren’s My Little Round House (Groundwood, 2009) to my daughter, she was captivated. What’s not to like, after all, about the story of a baby? But Jilu, of course, is a special baby whose first of year of life is charted through the nomadic seasonal migrations of his Mongol parents. Jilu is born in a ger – the “little round house” of the title of the book. The ‘ger’ is a kind of a metaphor for the world from which Jilu emerges; it is comforting and warm like the womb, and it is the one constant in his family’s life of migration.
When my daughter and I read this book together, we got a good sense of the passage of time. And of course, one year in the life of an infant is quite amazing! The world of their consciousness — from being held and suckled, to their first independent movements, to their growing perception of the world outside of themselves — is all contained in this wonderful book. By the time one year passes, little Jilu is old enough to truly enjoy the season — summer — he was born in, outside of the ger.
Baasansuren’s illustrations are lovely and rich. My Little Round House is a picture book of the first order and this is one of the reasons why it was selected for the Spirit of PaperTigers project. Do read the PaperTigers interview with Baasansuren. And of course, do seek out the book itself either at your local library or bookstore!
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