British Illustrated Children's Book of The Year - British Illustrated Children's Book of The Year

British Illustrated Children's Book of The Year

The British Illustrated Children's Book of the Year Award was given annually to illustrated works of children's literature as part of the British Book Awards. It was established in 1991 and awarded for the last time in 1995. For the 1996 British Book Awards both it and the Children's Author of the Year award were replaced by the Children's Book of the Year category.

Winners
  • 1995 Jay Young, The Most Amazing Pop-Up Science Book
  • 1994 Babette Cole, Mummy Laid an Egg
  • 1993 Mick Inkpen, Penguin Small
  • 1992 Helen Oxenbury, Farmer Duck
  • 1991 Nicola Bayley, The Mousehole Cat

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