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I used to do regular book reviews. Wednesdays were my review days. It’s been awhile since I’ve done one. I think it’s time to do another. I’ve found a book worth reviewing.
We were at the library last week exchanging books. I came across this book called “The Book With No Pictures” by B.J. Novak. I was curious. So I opened the book and started reading. By page 4 I was laughing so hard I was crying. It was that clever. It was that funny. I knew Crash and Bang would love it.
After snack time that evening I told Bang (Crash was off at a sleepover at Nanny and Pop’s house) it was time to go upstairs and brush teeth and we’d read “The Book With No Pictures”. He wasn’t too thrilled. Didn’t want me to read that one. I took it anyway.
We read “Have You Filled A Bucket, Today” first. That’s for another post though. Then, I pulled out the No Pictures book and Bang wouldn’t even let me open it. Threw a fit! I started reading anyway. By page two he had settled. By page six he was laughing and he laughed the rest of the way through the book. I read it to Crash and Bang the following night and the two of them together, with this book, were in hysterics listening to me read. They could barely stop laughing long enough to catch their breath to keep on laughing. Did I mention this book is dangerously funny? It’s funnier than There Were Monkey’s In My Kitchen.
The book is as plain as can be. Large, black lettering on stark white pages. Color appears when the humor begins. There’s no story line. There’s no plot. The reader is the main character. Most of it doesn’t even make sense. There lies the beauty of this book. It’s about the images words can create. It’s about the power books have.
Here’s page four.
Here is how books work:
Everything the words say, the person reading the book has to say.
From there the book controls us. Makes say silly words. Sing a silly song. Rhyme off some nonsense. There’s even something in there about a monkey, blueberry pizza and a hippo. All the while, the kids laugh and laugh (and laugh) at the words we have to say and the fact that we have to say them because the book says so.
I’m so glad I found this book. Chances are good it’ll end up under the Christmas tree this year so they can have their own and make us read it. All. The. Time. No worries. Who doesn’t want their kid reading all time?
If you love your kids, if you love to hear them laugh, if you love them wanting to read, you’ll read them this book. It won’t let you down. Happy Reading!
Bork.
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