If you loved how the girl in The Red Book uses that crimson volume to find the boy marooned on a tiny island—and then rides balloons toward him—Journey will make your heart leap. Here, a red crayon opens doors and draws bridges, letting a child slip from her room into sweeping, lantern-lit cities and perilous canals. Like the red book connecting two kids across distance, the red line she draws literally creates the path to connection and rescue, all told without a single word.

That moment in The Red Book when the book reveals another world—and then loops back to a new reader—has the same mischievous sparkle Wiesner taps here. The pigs slip out of their own tale, fold and fly the page like a paper airplane, and wander into other stories, meeting a dragon and a cat from nursery rhymes. If you enjoyed the way the red book becomes a character in its own right, you’ll relish watching these characters literally bend the page to find each other.

In The Red Book, a lonely day turns luminous when a girl peers through pages into a boy’s far-off island and decides to go. Door offers that same hush and lift: a child discovers a small keyhole-like door and steps into a festival of gentle creatures, color, and welcome. If the balloons and the final handoff of the red book warmed you, this walk through an unexpected portal—and the friendships waiting there—will do the same.

When the girl in The Red Book spies the boy on that snow-white sandbar through the book’s tiny window, it feels like finding a message in a bottle. In Flotsam, a boy finds an old underwater camera whose photos reveal a secret ocean world—and a chain of children who found the camera before him. If the final handoff of the red book made you smile at the sense of continuity, this tide of wordless wonders and passing the discovery along will enchant you.

Beyond the clever book-within-a-book, The Red Book is intimate: just a girl, a boy, a choice, and a quiet act of reaching out. Sidewalk Flowers shares that closeness as a child collects stray blooms on a city walk, gifting them to strangers and sparking tiny transformations. If the simple exchange at the end of The Red Book moved you, this tender, silent journey of noticing and connection will, too.