nose was clogged.
His ears crackled
and his brain felt full.
(He didn't know of what.)
But mostly, his nose.
It was disgusting.
Little Louie didn't want to color."
I defy you to read this book aloud before you have done a lot of work on the voice needed to share it. In fact, the directions on the front cover are clear: 'to be read as though you have the worst cold ever'. I want to hear my friend Don read it!
It is funny, and very, very ingenious. And a test for your storytelling skills! Louie has a COLD. I mean, it is a cold of colossal proportions. He is disconsolate. The only 'thing' that brings comfort is his mom! Maybe hot chocolate? It not even a close second to the attention needed every three minutes from his mother. You know those days, don't you?
Hearing his cries for Mom which sound more like BOB than MOM, his Great Dane, ever responsive, slobbering dog Bob comes quickly to his rescue. Bob is ignored in a plea for BOB! To say Bob the dog is confused is an understatement. With each demand made of his mom, Bob comes running. So funny! Kids will be howling with excitement.
Matthew Cordell is the perfect artist for capturing the craziness of the situation. Bob drools endlessly and everywhere; Louie's head expands as his cold worsens; his mom's patience is in jeopardy; the ever expanding mess of an untended home is evident; until, one afternoon of total bed rest (with mom and Bob) brings lasting relief. Unfortunately, it is not the case for Mom.
No comments:
Post a Comment