Matthea Harvey and Amy Jean Porter’s children’s book for grown-ups is beautiful in words and images. Harvey’s poetic narrative was created from an erasure of A Portrait of Charles Lamb by David Cecil that in turn becomes a dark, strange, lovely retelling of the relationship between Mary and her little lamb. The relationship is fanciful and difficult, and yet really, really, really accurate in its exploration of love. After I closed the cover back up and set it down on my lap I said out loud, “Damn, that was fucking beautiful. It almost makes me not hate other things.” Can you think of a better endorsement? Me neither. Matthea and Amy are a perfect pair. Someone should write a nursery rhyme about them.