I am a bibliophile. I have a collection of books spanning from the early 1900s to present day. These books include some signed copies, some first and early editions, and some books that are so worn they live in protective cases. There are board books for babies and even a handful of books for grown-ups, though the bulk of the collection is for early readers through young adult.
One of them is Gyo Fujikawa.
I fell in love with her illustrations as a child, and as an adult, I developed a deep respect for her work.
Today, at least in my more educated world, diversity in books is nothing new. It's a given. In the 50s and 60s though, it was almost unheard of.
The illustrations drew me in all those years ago, and Ms. Fujikawa's story keeps me coming back all these years later.