There are two things about this cover: 1) this picture does it no justice - it's even more stunning in person with its matte cover that begs you to touch it and feel the textures, and 2) this is a prime example of why I love P.J. Lynch. Lynch is everything in an artist that I want Jerry Pinkney to be: impressionistic but solid, detailed but sacrificing no emotion.
I hadn't intended on doing a Favorite Covers list, but this one has inspired me. I'll be posting more soon.
* I didn't realize until halfway through this post that this is technically an '09 book. But it's sitting on my desk at work, in final copy, right now, in 2008. So there you go.