Eleanor's progress through the early readers is a delight to watch. She's picking some of the classic authors of the genre: Cynthia Rylant and Syd Hoff in your previous post, and now James Howe. Howe is probably best-known for Bunnicula, a chapter book series about a vampire bunny who sucks the juice out of vegetables. And he's done a more recent series about kids in middle school who are ostracized for different reasons. He's impressive in a number of different genres.
Not unlike our pal Emily Jenkins, author of the wonderful early chapter book Toys Go Out, a handful of picture books including the mathematically-inclined Five Creatures, and, writing as E. Lockhart, YA novels including the excellent The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks. She's got a lovely new picture book:
Water in the Park, illustrated by Stephanie Graegin. Sooner or later, a non-New York-based bookseller can sometimes feel, all roads lead to Brooklyn. This book was based on a summer's observation of Prospect Park, but the experience is definitely universal. Going from dawn to dark, Jenkins lists various activities in the park -- most of them having to do with water.
Turtles leave their rocks when early morning dog-walkers arrive -- panting in the heat, the dogs say, "Heh. Heh. Heh."
Mr. Fluffynut is scared to go deeper than his doggy ankles.By 7 a.m. babies arrive, sprinklers are turned on (one baby cries, the other laughs),and soon a panoramic illustration of the playground shows dozens of children in motion. In late morning, park workers water plants. Then it's lunchtime:
He holds a tennis ball tight in his mouth and will not give it up.
"Drop it!" says his human.
But Mr. Fluffynut will not drop it.
|Coming up on noon, it's time for lunch. Maybe a nap.|
Some children cry.
Claudie K. clings to the leg of a bench.
"Not going home," she says. She likes it here.
We'll see more of Claudie in the afternoon.
The grown-ups show up to eat lunches on benches.
|On very hot days, the ice cream truck comes early.|
By two, its tune is already jingling.
Children coming back to the park get soft-serve cones and bright Popsicles.
Grown-ups buy bottles of water.
Sticky fingers and faces are rinsed in the sprinkler.
It's a lovely recitation of the details of life, with many many details to pore over. I love it for its quiet way of taking everything seriously. Jenkins' theme of uniting it all with water (pond, sprinklers, bottles, rain) didn't quite work for me. The human rhythms seem to be the theme of the book. The detail that's missing here is the drumbeat of cell phones: I can't find even one in the entire day. Idyllic.