Anyway, that's on my mind as I read this batch of library books:
- Thelonius Monster's Sky-High Fly Pie, by Judy Sierra, illustrated by Edward Koren. Delightful rhymes about the creation of a delicacy, a delicacy with wings. P and I enjoyed both the revolting rhymes, with their hints of The Old Woman Who Swallowed a Fly, and the delicious drawings by Koren.
- John, Paul, George & Ben, by Lane Smith. Wacky take on some of the forefathers of American history, with an amusing True/False section on the end to confess any waverings from the truth (Paul Revere did not sell extra large underwear in his shop). Great fun.
- Toby, Who Are You?, by William Stieg, illustrated by Teryl Euvremer. Soft, gentle illustrations accompany the quiet text as an anthropomorphic otter-like family go on a picnic. Toby spends each page imitating a different animal, in a way that would get annoying to me quickly but that his parents lovingly encourage. Sweet but not memorable for us.
- It's Library Day, by Janet Morgan Stoeke. A simple book about kids looking forward to library day and then getting the books they wanted. Nice polite kids, too. Not much to it, really.
- Splinters, by Kevin Sylvester. Now these are the kind of kids we should be raising. Cindy is a tough kid who doesn't complain about her parents' poverty but busts her stumps to get herself on a hockey team. But will Coach Prince select her for the All Stars? My fourth grader and I loved figuring out the Cinderella connection; the pictures and text kept us laughing throughout.
- An Interview With Harry the Tarantula, by Leigh Ann Tyson. A well-timed choice as N spent the night, and he's currently on a spider kick. This book uses the conceit of a radio interview with the victim of a child's snatch and release bug observation, and manages to include lots of information with the fun. I was a bit worried about the safety of Katy Did, the interviewer, but all was well.
- Super, Completely and Totally the Messiest, by Judith Viorst. We enjoyed the illustrations and the speech patterns, but I was appalled at the parents' willingness to smile indulgently as the youngest sibling, the messiest, wrecked seven sand castles. I mean, my kid wrecked a few, when he was much younger, but I caught on pretty quick and restrained him. It wasn't funny to the kids who worked hard on their creations.