One more book post for the day, before I go blind.
The book is sweet as a flower. The paintings are lovely. I just want to squeeze the protagonist's teeny, chubby legs. The poetic text is so-so, but the overall theme of life's gray areas, stumbling blocks and ups and downs is thoroughly conveyed though Hong's art. Mysterious, chilly, innocent, lovey, lonely, vintage-y feeling work.
You can't go wrong with a pop-up book. "Moving Picture," as it is called here. Whatever. KYEWT!