The Man in the Moon, by William Joyce.
Disclaimer: I’m not terribly familiar with the entire Guardians of Childhood franchise; I’ve not read the young reader novels or seen the movie. (Though I would like to; the whole thing seems charming.)
So I can’t talk much about the franchise itself, but I can talk about the picture books.
And they are beautiful.
The first is a stunningly illustrated origin story of MiM, the Man in the Moon — the first of the Guardians of Childhood. (The series, in case you couldn’t guess, goes on to cover the stories of other Guardians, such as the Sandman and St. Nicholas.)
William Joyce is a genius, and this project of his is certainly more than apt. It’s not just children that he speaks to — like Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, he speaks to childhood in general. To the child in all of us.
There’s magic in this, no matter how old you are.
And yes, I did in fact just compare William Joyce to Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, here.
If that doesn’t tell you everything you need to know, I honestly don’t know what would.