Every time I’m in the bookstore I look through children’s picture books. I try to compare them with books I would have enjoyed as a kid. The books that receive popular acclaim are clever and well designed and perhaps funnier than books used to be. However, I feel like the books even ten years ago had more atmosphere than the ones that are popular today. Is this the case? My favorite book to leaf through as a kid was the beautifully illustrated adaptation of Pilgrim’s Progress, A Dangerous Journey. At any rate, it may be ill-advised or an affront to the collective wisdom of children’s literature, but I wanted to do a picture book for my younger self, who is a great deal like my present self. Here’s a sneak peak.