A heartwarming adventure rolls along in a delightful rhythmic verse.

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WHEN THE SNOW FALLS

A snowy afternoon prompts a sled ride back to town through the countryside for a grandmother visiting her family.

On the morning after Grandma’s sleepover, the blizzard results in a snow day, allowing the two young grandchildren to accompany Grandma to her town house via a homemade chair sled. Grandma is quite the strong, energetic elder as they make their way through the snowy woods and onto the busy, buried streets of her neighborhood. Two-word sentences in abcb rhyme patterns, one stanza per page, tell this seasonal story with a cadence that captures both the captivating beauty of a glistening wood and the snowy dunes of a blanketed city street. “When the snow falls…. // Woods hush. / Fields glisten. / Wren sings. / We listen”; “When the snow falls… / Trains toot. / Cars slow. / Plows push. / Mountains grow.” After everyone helps Grandpa, waiting back at home, to shovel and dig out, it’s time for sledding, snow angels, and snowmen in the park, followed by warm soup, cocoa, and cuddles. Digitally colored and assembled pencil drawings offer wintry rural and urban scenes in icy blues and whites. This mixed-race happy family’s enjoyment of all the fun and exertion a snowstorm bring spills from each double-page spread. Grandpa is the only white family member; everyone else has skin of varying shades of warm brown and tightly curled hair.

A heartwarming adventure rolls along in a delightful rhythmic verse. (Picture book. 3-5)

Pub Date: Oct. 10, 2017

ISBN: 978-0-399-54720-1

Page Count: 32

Publisher: Putnam

Review Posted Online: July 4, 2017

Kirkus Reviews Issue: July 15, 2017

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Plotless and pointless, the book clearly exists only because its celebrity author wrote it.

YOUR BABY'S FIRST WORD WILL BE DADA

A succession of animal dads do their best to teach their young to say “Dada” in this picture-book vehicle for Fallon.

A grumpy bull says, “DADA!”; his calf moos back. A sad-looking ram insists, “DADA!”; his lamb baas back. A duck, a bee, a dog, a rabbit, a cat, a mouse, a donkey, a pig, a frog, a rooster, and a horse all fail similarly, spread by spread. A final two-spread sequence finds all of the animals arrayed across the pages, dads on the verso and children on the recto. All the text prior to this point has been either iterations of “Dada” or animal sounds in dialogue bubbles; here, narrative text states, “Now everybody get in line, let’s say it together one more time….” Upon the turn of the page, the animal dads gaze round-eyed as their young across the gutter all cry, “DADA!” (except the duckling, who says, “quack”). Ordóñez's illustrations have a bland, digital look, compositions hardly varying with the characters, although the pastel-colored backgrounds change. The punch line fails from a design standpoint, as the sudden, single-bubble chorus of “DADA” appears to be emanating from background features rather than the baby animals’ mouths (only some of which, on close inspection, appear to be open). It also fails to be funny.

Plotless and pointless, the book clearly exists only because its celebrity author wrote it. (Picture book. 3-5)

Pub Date: June 9, 2015

ISBN: 978-1-250-00934-0

Page Count: 32

Publisher: Feiwel & Friends

Review Posted Online: April 15, 2015

Kirkus Reviews Issue: May 1, 2015

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It’s a bit hard to dance, or count, to this beat.

ONE MORE DINO ON THE FLOOR

Dinos that love to move and groove get children counting from one to 10—and perhaps moving to the beat.

Beginning with a solo bop by a female dino (she has eyelashes, doncha know), the dinosaur dance party begins. Each turn of the page adds another dino and a change in the dance genre: waltz, country line dancing, disco, limbo, square dancing, hip-hop, and swing. As the party would be incomplete without the moonwalk, the T. Rex does the honors…and once they are beyond their initial panic at his appearance, the onlookers cheer wildly. The repeated refrain on each spread allows for audience participation, though it doesn’t easily trip off the tongue: “They hear a swish. / What’s this? / One more? / One more dino on the floor.” Some of the prehistoric beasts are easily identifiable—pterodactyl, ankylosaurus, triceratops—but others will be known only to the dino-obsessed; none are identified, other than T-Rex. Packed spreads filled with psychedelically colored dinos sporting blocks of color, stripes, or polka dots (and infectious looks of joy) make identification even more difficult, to say nothing of counting them. Indeed, this fails as a counting primer: there are extra animals (and sometimes a grumpy T-Rex) in the backgrounds, and the next dino to join the party pokes its head into the frame on the page before. Besides all that, most kids won’t get the dance references.

It’s a bit hard to dance, or count, to this beat. (Picture book. 3-5)

Pub Date: March 1, 2016

ISBN: 978-0-8075-1598-3

Page Count: 32

Publisher: Whitman

Review Posted Online: Jan. 20, 2016

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Feb. 1, 2016

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