Dorros (Ten Go Tango, 2000, etc.) lets loose his usual bright humor, lively narrative, and momentum—here paired with the shining colors and kinetic characters in Greenseid’s (Chicken For a Day, not reviewed, etc.) art—but he beats an aggravating one-note tune with his Spanish lesson. Don Carlos can’t get enough, of everything: hats, ice cream, music, or choices of dishes for the menu at his village restaurant. Más, más, más is his leitmotif. When his younger brother, Alonzo, suggests that Don Carlos serve snails in his restaurant, he orders wheelbarrow loads: “Más.” When the profusion of snails run amok, Alonzo recommends birds to control them. “Más,” commands Don Carlos, then lots of pigs to control the birds. “Más.” Only when Alonzo forms a band—a bunch of dreadful hacks to accompany his heavenly violin—to serenade the pigs out of town, à la the Pied Piper, does Don Carlos beg for less: less earsplitting music. The point, of course, is that more is not necessarily better—in this case never, and the same applies to Don Carlos, whom readers will have had enough of shortly after his introduction. Thanks then to the rest of the trippingly fun story for keeping the book afloat. (Picture book. 4-8)
