I Stink! Book

When you are compelled to read a book over and over and over and over and over again you become acutely aware of (usually just) the defects of a book, and those defects can torture you and/or lead you to do destructive and dishonest things. I have disappeared many a book in my house, and I am not proud of it.

When a book comes along that is written simply and beautifully, with careful rhythm and exciting timing, when it has the flexibility to be read many different ways, promotes no glaring sexism or consumerism, and above all when that book is not too long, that is a book to cherish, to keep by the kid's bedside, and to occasionally sing a rousing chorus of Hallelujah in honor of. This is a book my kid likes as much as I do. And did I mention it's not too long?