This witty tale evokes a strong sense of family with an underlying message of self-acceptance. Young Spoon is one of a large clan that ranges from measuring spoons to ladles, from refined Aunt Silver to elaborate commemorative spoons to a spork who stands uncertainly to one side. Spoon, with his head on a sugar-packet pillow, enjoys a bedtime story “about his adventurous great-grandmother, who fell in love with a dish and ran off to a distant land.” Feeling “blue” (he’s perched on a bowl of blueberries), he suffers an identity crisis. Perhaps he’d rather be Knife, who gets to cut and spread, or Fork, who gets to twirl spaghetti, or the “cool and exotic” Chopsticks? But the others envy Spoon as well, for the special things that only a spoon can do, such as measure and relax in a hot cup of tea. Rosenthal takes the daffy concept and runs with it, gracefully folding her lesson into the whimsy. Magoon’s expressive line drawings reveal the feelings of the various utensils with wonderful humor and pleasingly muted colors. Hurrah for Spoon! (Picture book. 3-8)
