This is a lovely gem of a book containg pages of poems with incredibly beautiful illustrations. I've had this book for awhile, and finally picked it up by chance to read, and I'm so glad I sat down in a comfortable chair and read the poems, some of which spoke to me, but, all of them are good!

Highly Recommended.
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When Mom cries, she cries only
because she's happy, Dad says.
it's when she smiles

it's impossible
to know what she's thinking.

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There are trees
that hardly think at all
They just stand there swaying
exactly as much
as the wind makes them.

And then there are trees
that think all the time.
on some days
it's just a question
of knowing the song.

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First my friend
laughs, and afterward
I do.

Then the laughter is
precisely long enough.
I can wind it
three times around my neck,
and get it to warm me
half the winter. ( )

Surreal poetry and illustartions. Eerie. Dreamy. Beautiful. Melancholy. Sweet.

I kept wondering, "Oh my! Who died?" and "Why is this in the children's section?"

It is very good and very strange. My two favorite things. ( )

I am not a poetry lover, but I did enjoy reading these short bits. It is, in my mind, a book of very short stories about the winter. I received this book in the summer - now that it is getting colder, I am re-reading it and in the night chill it resonates much more deeply. ( )

I won "Night Guard" on LibraryThing. It's a story about a family told in poetry form. Very good. ( )

This is a beautifully written and beautifully illustrated book!I love poetry books anyway. So I was very excited to get this one! I do think that you have to love poetry or at least appreciate it to like this book, or any poetry book for that matter. Poetry is sometimes hard to "get", but I get it! And I "got" this book and loved it.
It seems like the more I read this, the more I like it. I get more and more out of it each time.

I love this one -
All you need is a friend now
and you're big enough

to walk home alone
in the evening, Dad says.
Then you'll learn

how to rip up the dark
with your hands and throw it at anyone
you think is following you.

And -
Today our dog doesn't have a name.
No one can call him in.

He stands at the door, waiting
for someone to

throw the summer for him, so he can
run off and fetch
me the sun.

I received this book from "Librarything Early Reviewers" for my honest review!

Se my full review (with pictures) here - http://wall-to-wall-books.blogspot.com/2016/04/night-guard-by-author-synne-lea.h... ( )