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I don’t tend to formally review picture books, but I’ve started adding more to my Goodreads tally, partly to keep track and partly because I’m having trouble reaching my reading goal for the year (well shy of my goal 200). Here are a few that I loved, sometimes just because they were my kind of quirky.
Jon Klassen animals, what expressive eyes you have! I love the overall design of this book, the straightforward but so-funny text, the ending, and the tip of the hat (oh, I crack myself up) to I Want My Hat Back.
Part picture book, part science, part poetry. I can’t decide if the words or pictures are more wonderful – they coexist perfectly. It somehow manages to incorporate the big picture and the enticing details without feeling distracted. I’d recommend this to curious young minds and anyone who enjoys mesmerizing illustrations.
Gorgeous photographs and a lovely poem that complement each other nicely.
Some picture book series become less inspired as they go on (I’m looking at you, Pete the Cat: Rocking in My School Shoes). Others, like Olivia, somehow manage to maintain their brilliance. Or is it just that I sympathize with Olivia a little too much? “If everyone’s a princess, then princesses aren’t special anymore! Why do they all want to be the same?” Exactly, Olivia. Exactly.
Bonus points for the inclusion of: The Little Match Girl, Martha Graham, non-sparkly princesses, matador pants, corporate malfeasance, and a warthog.
There are sweet, lovely, calming picture books…and then there are odd, quirky, bizarre ones. This one is definitely quirky, but also strangely sweet at the end. The pictures convey a lot of the humor here (speaking of quirky, it’s the same illustrator, Chris Monroe, as the Monkey with a Tool Belt books), but the text also cracked me up.
The narrator is a small but articulate kid who’s been outsized by his toddler brother. People are constantly assuming that the toddler is the older brother, but the younger guy also commits the usual crimes of touching his toys, following him, and dropping donut crumbs from his oversized fists.
The central action goes down at the Old Woman in the Shoe, “a place for kids to stay while moms shop.” Our narrator loves the play kitchen, where he can whip up a Thanksgiving dinner if he gets “straight to work.” When another kids tries to bully him out of his tasty plastic turkey, this affords our narrator opportunity to say things like “we are going to have Thanksgiving and we are going to enjoy it” while gritting his teeth. Fortunately, help is on the way and we’re off to our oddly endearing ending.
Recommended for preschoolers and up, especially if dry, quirky humor is your cup of tea.
If the thought of sheep in tight sweaters, suspenders, and 80s-style headbands cracks you up, or if you were ever an older sibling, this is a book for you.
I’m not quite sure how the last two weeks slipped by without a post, but it’s sure not for lack of things to write about. I spent a few days in California visiting Bronwen and Kate, and came back with lots of pictures of Linnea and some of the grown-ups in the kitchen, which is where we quite happily spent a lot of our time. (I still need to go through the pictures and upload the best of the bunch.) Bronwen and I caught up on some Long Distance Kitchen recipes that we’d both neglected and we shopped for unusual grains, and at Kate’s we were treated to tuna that Keith caught, fresh chanterelles and enormous oysters, and of course some extremely local bacon (as in, from their pigs).
I’ve also neglected to talk about all the mock awards I’m going to this year – I’ve done one or two each year for the past few years, but this year I’m doing the triumvirate of mock awards: Mock Newbery, Mock Caldecott, and Mock Printz. Hooray! I love mock awards. The tricky part is making sure you squeeze in all the books around the rest of your reading. Fortunately the Mock Printz isn’t until January, and the Mock Caldecott books are short. Here are the lists for anyone who’s curious or wants to follow along at home:
- The Dreamer by Pam Munoz Ryan. Illustrated by Peter Sis. Scholastic, 2010.
- Mirror, Mirror: A Book of Reversible Verse by Marilyn Singer. Illustrated by Josee Masse. Dutton, 2010
- The Mysterious Howling by Maryrose Wood. Illustrated by Jon Klassen. Balzer & Bray, 2010.
- The Night Fairy by Laura Amy Schlitz. Illustrated by Angela Barrett. Candlewick, 2010.
- One Crazy Summer by Rita Williams-Garcia. HarperCollins, 2010.
- They Called Themselves the KKK: The Birth of an American Terrorist Group by Susan Campbell Bartoletti. Houghton Mifflin, 2010.
- Woods Runner by Gary Paulsen. Wendy Lamb, 2010.
I’ve read them all except They Called Themselves the KKK (which is also on the Mock Printz list), but so far I’ve only written about the ones I linked above. My favorite so far is still One Crazy Summer (and I recently finished listening to the audio version and thought it was even better on rereading). I’m also partial to The Night Fairy and I’d vote for The Dreamer, too.
- They Called Themselves The K.K.K.: The Birth Of An American Terrorist Group. Bartoletti, Susan Campbell.
- Spies Of Mississippi: The True Story Of The Spy Network That Tried To Destroy The Civil Rights Movement. Bowers, Rick
- Incarceron. Fisher, Catherine
- Finnikin Of The Rock. Marchetta, Melina
- As Easy As Falling Off the Face Of The Earth. Perkins, Lynne Rae
- Fever Crumb. Reeve, Philip.
- Revolver. Sedgwick, Marcus.
- The Last Summer Of The Death Warriors. Stork, Francisco X.
- Nothing. Teller, Janne
- A Conspiracy Of Kings. Turner, Megan Whalen. (I actually never wrote about this book – WHAT? – but what I said about the rest of the series holds true for this one.)
I still need to read Nothing, Revolver, As Easy as Falling off the Face of the Earth, Spies of Mississisppi, and They Called Themselves the KKK. In an ideal world, I would also reread A Conspiracy of Kings and Finnikin of the Rock, although not back-to-back like I did initially (Finnikin suffered). While it would take a miracle for anything to supplant COK in my affections, I do owe Finnikin a fair shot. I also just got Incarceron on audio – I don’t know if I’ll listen to the whole thing, but I wanted to have it a little fresher in my mind before the discussion and before Sapphique comes out at the end of December. In a flash of brilliance, I just put the audio version of Finnikin on hold, and hopefully I can squeeze that in.
Mock Caldecott (I left this list at work, but let me see if I can remember it)
- City Dog, Country Frog
- Mama Miti
- Dave the Potter
- Paris in the Spring with Picasso
- Henry in Love
- Dust Devil
- Art & Max
- The Extraordinary Mark Twain
- The Boss Baby
I’m sure I’m forgetting one, but my mind is blank. Right now my favorite is City Dog, Country Frog – not only because I just plain love it, but also because I it’s most effective at being a picture book. I mean, I can pore over the illustrations in Mama Miti or admire the genius of Art & Max, but neither of these has that seemingly effortless combination of pictures, text and story. The award is for “the most distinguished American picture book” and to me, this one fits the bill. Some of the others might have more extraordinary illustrations, but this is a picture book that really has “a collective unity of story-line, theme, or concept, developed through the series of pictures of which the book is comprised.” And yes, I don’t think it’s in the criteria but I’ll admit a preference for books that make good read-alouds.
And I’m pretty sure she’s reading me Green Eggs and Ham. She thinks I can see the pictures, though.
“Now I’m gonna read you another book!”
Yesterday I was at the library, checking mended books to make sure the pages aren’t falling out anymore, and I got totally distracted by this big illustrated book about the Hindenburg. I realized that I knew nothing about the Hindenburg, so I started reading, and pointing things out to my coworker (like the tiny tiny portion of it that was actually inhabited by passengers, and the fact that they keep referring to things like “the 1937 flying season” – how posh!) and then looked at the clock and saw that I was late for my desk stint. Such was the fascination with the Hindenburg.
Today I went looking for a plain white t-shirt. You know, an all-purpose white shirt that goes with everything. But the shirts? They are all see through. Incredibly see through. Every detail of my bra. What’s up with that? Can anyone explain it, or tell me where to find a regular shirt?
I’m watching Six Feet Under while I type this. You know a new season came out if I’m watching something during the day. Also, I’m eating some birthday cake leftover from my 4th cake. Four birthday cakes! This is the life. Thanks to having two jobs, I get two work birthday cakes.