Some classics, some fails and some solid repeats in this batch!
Do BabyBug count as books? C loved (ok, still does) these magazines and M is getting into them as well. They’re short, and so I don’t hate when I see them come home from the library.
Me and My Brother by Ruth Ohi was a strange pick for a household with two daughters and no intention of expanding any further. The pictures are sweet, but the words are sparse. Maybe in a few months, if we find Me and My Sister it will be good for M?
A Guinea Pig Pride & Prejudice by Jane Austen, Alex Goodwin, and Tess Gammell is on the opposite end of the spectrum… so many words. We never made it past the third page.
Christian the Hugging Lion by Justin Richardson and Peter Parnell is a touching, sweet, gives-you-that-catch-in-the-back-of-my-throat kind of book. And the fact it’s based on a true story? Even sweeter.
Fletcher and the Springtime Blossoms by Julia Rawlinson and Tiphanie Beeke is a decent book. Fletcher mistakes blossoms for snow flakes and sends the the forest creatures into a frenzy preparing for an extended winter.
Stars by Mary Lyn Ray and Marla Frazee is a stream of consciousness look at the importance of having something which you can look to during a tough time. I wasn’t crazy about it?
The Alphabet Thief by Bill Richardson and Roxanna Bikadoroff was an instant favourite with C though while she’s slowly getting into reading and spelling, the premise of this book went over her head. A thief is stealing letters, and so stare becomes star, team becomes tea (some letters resurface, but I don’t think I’m supposed to mention that). It’s long and I get tired of reading the lilting rhymes (and explaining why mice becomes ice), but it’s still probably my favourite of the bunch.