"Vignettes and design details abound, so there is always something to look at, even when the text and its free-spirited rhymes begin to grow heavy. (Picture book. 4-7)"
The sweet sentiments of this tale are sharpened by the prickly quills of a porcupine. Mr. Fine knows how hard it is to be spikey; people ``holler'' and ``scream'' when he rides into town on his ten-speed bike because, as he puts it, ``My hair was a problem.'' He covers his quills, decorates them, but nothing helps until he meets someone special: ``I was not the only one in the world who looked like I do! . . .
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