A young girl gives a glimpse of the life of children who operate looms to make rugs in Afghanistan. Zulviya toils at the loom, thinking about the many sources of colors and patterns that she will use while daydreaming about an intoxicating word uttered by a customer: school. Masterful full-page illustrations, often blurred, abstract, and saturated with rich, jewel-toned shapes reflecting those used in the rugs, surround the clearly focused characters. Both author and illustrator highlight the faces of those behind the making of the beautiful carpets. This slice-of-life story would be useful to introduce young children to Afghani life; however, more information about the culture and unfamiliar terms used in the text could have been included in the author note, which is largely about an organization working to end illegal child labor in the carpet industry. Caravan, by Lawrence McKay Jr. (1995), and The Roses in My Carpets, by Rukhsana Khan (1998), are other worthy picture stories about young children in Afghanistan.

Eight-year-old Zulviya and the girls in her family spend their days weaving rugs, just like their mothers and grandmothers have always done. Impressionistic paintings in muted colors accompany Zulviya's lyrical description of her Afghan homeland and her yearning to escape "the shadow of the loom." An author's note provides details about illegal child labor in the Afghani rug-making industry.

Gr 2-5 Eight-year-old Zulviya lives in Afghanistan. She, her sister, and her cousin all join the women and girls of the village in weaving rugs all day. The work is hard on their hands, on their eyes, and on their legs and feet as they tie knots, stare at the loom, and sit for hours working with rough wool. Zulviya weaves her mother's and grandmother's pattern, but "the second pattern I weave in my head. It is all my own." In her daydreams, her patterns are filled with the sights, sounds, and things she likes, such as mulberries, "which would take away our thirst, but we are not allowed to eat them. The juice would stain our fingers." In reality, when her fingers bleed, her mother binds them so the blood does not get on the rug. At lunch, Zulviya and her sister speak of school, but school is a two-day walk from her village. By story's end, Zulviya's back aches, her fingers stumble, and the pattern in her mind is gone. She waits to hear the owl, because its call means that she is finished for that day. This sad, poignant story, accompanied by Milelli's large, evocative paintings, portrays the stolen childhoods of youngsters involved in illegal child labor. An author's note informs readers that many of the beautifully woven rugs sold today are made by child workers like Zulviya. Mary N. Oluonye, Shaker Heights Public Library, OH