This book is hard to describe. It is about the author Margaret Wise Brown, but it is not a biography.  It’s about the fact that she wrote a book that was not liked by the main lady at the New York Public Library, but that it still exists in our modern lexicon because she believed that children deserved weird little books.  This book was so unique.  The way the author chose to do the book (one page for every year of MWB’s life, but not a chronology. It’s weird but fascinating all at one time.