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Sabina Hahn

@meanwhileplaces

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What a wonderful Kirkus review! (Paired here with my favorite improper contraction.) "A thoughtful look at life, in all its beauty and strangeness. ... This delightfully deadpan musing on life urges compassion for others. Howden’s straightforward text is on the philosophical side, though also rooted in the absurd. Hahn’s spare black graphite pencil watercolor, mostly set against a white background, are imbued with humor and empathy for the pickle, with the foodstuff’s expressive eyes conveying many emotions at once. " https://www.kirkusreviews.com/book-reviews/sarah-howden/the-wise-pickle/ THE WISE PICKLE by Sarah Howden ; illustrated by Sabina Hahn RELEASE DATE: June 23, 2026

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    Norman Malfatto (@N0rmanMalfatto)
    03/27/2026 @ 2:23pm

    :O This looks cool! I keep forgetting you illustrate books...but every time I remember, I'm impressed!

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    Sabina Hahn (@meanwhileplaces)
    03/28/2026 @ 11:37am

    @N0rmanMalfatto :))) I really like the way the book turned out!

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    Josh V (@JoshV) Plus Member
    03/28/2026 @ 12:34pm

    nice eyes

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    Sabina Hahn (@meanwhileplaces)
    03/28/2026 @ 1:12pm

    @JoshV

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    Sabina Hahn (@meanwhileplaces)
    04/06/2026 @ 5:39pm

    @N0rmanMalfatto @JoshV Thank you! I tried to put an emoji of eyes before but it didn t work.

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    Norman Malfatto (@N0rmanMalfatto)
    04/07/2026 @ 6:41pm

    @meanwhileplaces Oh yeah...I've done that so many times... I tried to use an emoji as punctuation once, but it deleted the rest of the message, and what was left looked really threatening... I have to use kaomojis instead (〒﹏〒)

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    Sabina Hahn (@meanwhileplaces)
    04/08/2026 @ 9:50pm

    @N0rmanMalfatto aaaaah. That's what happened! Everything after got erased. It's even weirder than none of the message being posted. It's pretty funny

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