Fry Bread disappeared from my elementary-school library desk before I had the chance to process it with plastic and barcode stickers. When I then crossed paths with the eager student who had borrowed it, she looked up at me with a smile matching that of the baby on the book’s cover who has just snagged a piece of fry bread from their grandmother’s bowl. “It was the bread, Ms. Prabhaker! The bread pulled me in!” she said, and then, gesturing toward the cover, “The bread pulls everyone in!” Sitting down now to think about the book in a Calling Caldecott way, I know exactly what she means.