Saucy hilarity and clever visual characterization make this wide-audience treat delectable until the potentially off-putting final page. A laptop-toting jackass is baffled by a monkey’s unrecognizable possession. “What do you have there?” “It’s a book.” “How do you scroll down?” “I don’t. I turn the page. It’s a book.” The answer to “Where’s your mouse?” is universally comical—a live mouse cheekily appears from under monkey’s hat. Despite advanced vocabulary (wi-fi; tweet), the refrain and pacing hit the sweet spot for preschoolers, while a Treasure Island passage reduced to AIM-speak will have middle schoolers and adults in stitches. Spongey-textured colors inhabit thick, sketchy outlines; composition is lively, facial expressions understatedly sharp. When the tech-savvy ass finally succumbs to the book’s charms but still wants to “charge it up” like a computer, the mouse snarks, “You don’t have to… / it’s a book, Jackass.” Despite Smith’s sly title-page introduction of “jackass” as a legitimate animal label for donkey, this closing gibe refocuses and cheapens the humor into a gratuitous insult that yields no benefit beyond a feeling of superiority. (Picture book. 4-11)
