When a family friend tried to tell me about the book he was reading but was laughing so hard I could understand nothing more than “squirrel” and “superhero” I thought I’d better investigate further. I gently removed the book from the hysterically laughing seven year old’s hands to check the title and author.
A new Kate DiCamillo?
Good thing I was on my way to the library!
As soon as the book was in my hands I started reading a few chapters to the girls each night before bed.
There were nights that instead of the kids settling down when I read to them they started giggling like maniacs and shouting, “Holy bagumba!” at each other. Incidentally, while that is certainly a positive reaction to a book it is a pretty poor set up for getting young girls to fall asleep.
There were nights that Ulysses the flying squirrel was melting Flora the cynics heart, weightier issues than sprinkle donuts (and poetry) were being discussed and the giggles were more subdued.
And every night left them asking for “Just one more chapter!”
Would I recommend it? The girls liked it. “Holy bagumba!” is a new phrase in our house and I, hater of childish vocabulary, was happy to have my tongue trip over words like obfuscate and malfeasance! It’s silly and it’s sweet and you should read it to your kids just so you don’t miss out on the fun yourself!