by Nikki Slade Robinson ; illustrated by Nikki Slade Robinson ‧ RELEASE DATE: April 1, 2017
Welcome back, Muddle and Mo
Continuing the story of the unlikely pair introduced in Muddle & Mo (2017), Slade draws readers’ attention to what is often the most important topic in children’s books: food.
The confused yellow duckling Muddle, who in the earlier title had a hard time understanding that goat Mo was not a duck, announces the intention to make them a picnic. The goat looks anxious after hearing what’s on the menu: Worm Surprise. The goat fears that it will be obliged to eat something unsuitable for herbivores and becomes more and more despondent as the duck rushes about enthusiastically gathering worms and bugs. Too polite to object, Mo follows as Muddle drags a hefty picnic basket up a steep hill. The picture of despair, Mo awaits the opening of the basket. However…“Surprise!” The thoughtful duck has prepared two different lunches, worms and greens. Mo announces with relief, “I like your Worm Surprise lunch.” The cartoonlike but highly expressive characters are depicted in delicate pencil and wash drawings on a beige parchment-textured background. The simple but original dialogue-only text is perfect for beginning readers—they speak in clearly different typefaces—and kids will enjoy the subtle humor of this slightly wacky friendship between two such different animals.
Welcome back, Muddle and Mo . (Picture book. 3-5)Pub Date: April 1, 2017
ISBN: 978-1-76036-030-6
Page Count: 40
Publisher: Starfish Bay
Review Posted Online: Feb. 19, 2017
Kirkus Reviews Issue: March 1, 2017
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by Marissa Valdez ; illustrated by Marissa Valdez ‧ RELEASE DATE: April 1, 2025
Sure to have little ones giggling.
Jacques is a hedgehog with a big secret: “I wear real, bona fide underwear.”
Our narrator received a mysterious package one day; an illustration shows a pair of underwear tied to a balloon with a note “from the Universe” floating down into Jacques’ burrow. Hedgehogs don’t wear underwear, however. Will Jacques be shunned? Jacques worries but comes to a decision: “I have to wear them. When I do I feel special.” Determined, Jacques, who’s been invited to a party, makes a dramatic entrance, with undies in hand. Jacques’ declaration (“I WEAR UNDERWEAR”) is met with remarks of dismay, before another hedgehog opens up about similar fears and shows off a pair of cowboy boots. More hedgehogs introduce themselves with their own confessions. The story ends with Jacques unveiling a painting of the underwear in a gallery filled with hedgehogs wearing all sorts of attire. Though the book is simple in plot, characters, and setting, it wins in its balance of bathroom humor, dramatic storytelling, and celebrations of individual expression. French words are peppered throughout, adding to the fun without detracting from the story for those unfamiliar with the language. The cartoonish illustrations brim with fun; Valdez relies heavily on geometric shapes (triangle noses for the hedgehogs; huge circles for their eyes). Details such as speech bubbles and recurring turtle and snake characters contribute to the outlandish humor.
Sure to have little ones giggling. (Picture book. 3-5)Pub Date: April 1, 2025
ISBN: 9781250814388
Page Count: 40
Publisher: Roaring Brook Press
Review Posted Online: Feb. 1, 2025
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by Greg Pizzoli ; illustrated by Greg Pizzoli ‧ RELEASE DATE: April 19, 2016
A funny tale about stress and an ever upping ante, with a comforting end.
Something is preventing Owl from falling asleep.
Owl leans back against his white pillow and headboard. “Squeek!” says something underneath the bed. Owl’s never heard that sound before, so he fastens his pink bathrobe and answers the front door. Nobody. It must be the wind; back to bed. Bidding himself goodnight, he climbs into bed—and hears the noise again. Time after time, he pops out of bed seeking the squeaker. Is it in the cupboard? He empties the shelves. Under the floor? He pulls up his floorboards. As Owl’s actions ratchet up—he destroys the roof and smashes the walls, all in search of the squeak—so does his anxiety. Not until he hunkers down in bed under the night sky (his bed is now outdoors, because the house’s roof and walls are gone), frantically clutching his pillow, does he see what readers have seen all along: a small, gray mouse. In simple illustrations with black outlines, textured coloring, and foreshortened perspective, Pizzoli plays mischievously with mouse placement. Sometimes the mouse is behind Owl or just out of his sightline; other times, the mouse is on a solid, orange-colored page across the spread from Owl, which removes him from Owl’s scene in a rather postmodern manner. Is the mouse toying with Owl? Who knows?
A funny tale about stress and an ever upping ante, with a comforting end. (Picture book. 3-5)Pub Date: April 19, 2016
ISBN: 978-1-4847-1275-7
Page Count: 48
Publisher: Disney-Hyperion
Review Posted Online: Jan. 19, 2016
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Feb. 1, 2016
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