It's still winter here in north Florida, with temperatures dropping as low as 20F, but there are hints of spring, too. Early-blooming magnolias. Days when the sear of blue sky is accompanied by weather so perfect you can almost smell the spring to come, with out-door barbecues, a profusion of azaleas, and a thickness of pollen that you don't mind because the air is so clean otherwise.
Which is all another way of saying that Lewis Trondheim's Little Nothings: The Prisoner Syndrome is a spring book released on the cusp of the end of winter. It's breezy, delightful, makes the heart glad, and has nothing much more on its mind than drinking in everything around it. (Despite the slightly ominous, tongue-in-cheek cover...)