When I first read Mick Inkpen’s picture book, Nothing, my kids were still too young for it–it’s a bit text-heavy–but I was immediately captivated by it, and have returned to it again and again to read to myself. It is charming and witty, earnest and playful. It is beautifully–beautifully–illustrated. It is also, unexpectedly, a deeply theological meditation on identity, community, renewal, and hope. “The little thing in the attic at Number 47 had forgotten all about daylight. It had been squashed... Read more