JOE ON THE GO

Sometimes you are just the odd frog out, as is the case with Joe (in an encore performance) in Anderson’s tumbling tumbleweed of a tale. Young Joe goes begging for action at the extended-family picnic. “Let’s go!” he urges kith and kin, each and every one of whom has some reason to decline his invitation: too busy cooking or eating or talking. Even the frog cousins close to his own age give him the bum’s rush. It takes Grandma to appreciate the rolling joy of wheels going round, and Joe happily clambers aboard her wheelchair. “Grandma said, ‘To the ice cream store!’ / And they went until they could go no more.” Anderson’s art, with its expressive lines full of brightly colored action, are clean visual narratives depicting Joe in red overalls while trying everything with wheels, from skateboard to toy train and toy airplane to baby buggy. The simple rhymed text has the kind of legs that Joe would admire: tireless, and shot through with the music of motion. (Easy reader. 4-8)