By James Warwood
We bought this book on a day that was too cold and wet to play outside. My kids, who are 5, 7, and 9, love being read to, and I thought this would be a fun way for us to spend a few minutes.
It didn’t work out that way. The writing is too advanced for the two little ones to even understand:
“Thanks to meditation I’ve discover (sic) my deeply spiritual inner self that doesn’t require a tidy bedroom to experience lasting happiness and inner peace…you look stressed, maybe you should try it too.”
Excuse after excuse, my children stare blankly at the page. My 9 year-old, in the meantime, walks off.
I enjoy many of our children’s books. But neither the excuses nor the illustrations get more than a slight and fleeting smile out of any of us.
By Rachel Rogers
A “little black ant” gets rescued by a friendly bird, who then takes the ant home. His birdy friends, however, are not impressed. Not until the ant proves his worth.
This is a familiar story—remember You’re Too Small?—with new characters. But these characters are likable, and the rhymes are catchy:
“This ant is my friend
replied the kind bird
He isn’t for eating,
That is truly absurd.”
I read this for my 5-year-old, but my 7 and 9 year olds (and their daddy) enjoyed it too.