The year’s range of Jewish holidays and celebrations are presented in this repeating, rhyming chant that features key succinct elements for each...Both lovely and eminently useful.
This little bit of bedtime foolery feels a little incomplete, but it should strike a chord—and it’s far wittier than the similarly themed Go the Fuck to Sleep.
The most successfully drawn people are Alec and Meg; Lamprell has perfect pitch when it comes to marital discord...But by the end, this guidebook reads like it has gone through a Cuisinart, leaving a choppy, chaotic mess. Arrivederci, Roma. The wise reader will stick with Fodor’s next time.
...the rhyming text sometimes stumbles. Still, Monster’s message is an important one, and his boy has a valuable point: “It’s hard to deal with bullies, even harder / when they’re friends.” A rhyming bullying tale with some worthwhile lessons.
Semple avoids patronising readers by providing a simple answer to Eleanor’s problems. The climax is surprisingly unthinkable, but as optimistic and tentatively hopeful as its title suggests.
As in the previous volumes, construction vocabulary and geological terms are emphasized in the rhyming text...Bold, computer-generated illustrations are filled with trucks, machinery, dogs in motion...Big trucks, jovial dogs and snappy rhyming text serve again as the building blocks of another successful entry in this solidly built series.
Honeywell’s debut is ambitious and well written and provides endless possibilities for debate. It ends on a cliffhanger, suggesting the possibility of a sequel.
The artwork of pencil and charcoal, illuminated with pastels, shifts a little in tone and vision due to the several years Auladell spent drawing it, but this version remains thoroughly satisfying...
Such a setup might sound short on comic potential but Eberlen’s touch is, for the most part, wonderfully light and there are not a few occasions when the musicals-mad Hope nearly steals the show.
“The Wanderers” isn’t a book that one could easily pigeonhole. It is smart and heartfelt and funny and sad, marked with a sophisticated simplicity. The truth is that no matter the genre in which you might place it, there’s only one label that fits it just right. And it’s the only label that matters. Exceptional.
...the dreamily brilliant Paris police commissioner, assisted by his baffled, balky team of underlings, investigates the deaths of members of the Association for the Study of the Writings...Vargas keeps introducing unexpected, fascinating new plot elements, even as the action totters on the brink of absurdity.
The jump — a few precious moments of dizzying freedom and possibility — is the core metaphor in a novel of remarkable power, precision and compassion.
At the heart of the novel’s themes of family, love, loss, and identity – not to mention the power, destruction and redemption within the parent-child relationship – is a meditation on gender...
The Schooldays of Jesus, philosophically dense as it is, is parched, relentlessly adult fare – rather like eating endless bread and bean paste.
“Setting Free the Kites” is sharp and clever, charged with the love inherent to young friendship. Sweet and serious and goofy and sad, it will likely inspire memories of those friends who long ago changed you for the better.
It takes an author of Mr Grossman’s stature to channel not a failed stand-up but a shockingly effective one, and to give him salty, scabrous gags that—in Jessica Cohen’s savoury translation—raise a guilty laugh.
“Shadowbahn” is a challenging work, charged with engaging ideas and driven by the unexpected. It’s precisely the sort of book that we’ve come to expect from Erickson, one of the most freewheeling and unfettered storytellers of the past 30 years. And while it might not answer all of the questions it poses, it’s the asking that really matters.
Two sad strains, the spirits’ stubborn, nostalgic attachment to the world of the living and Lincoln’s monumental sorrow, make up a haunting American ballad that will inspire increased devotion among Saunders’s admirers.
Autumn is a beautiful, poignant symphony of memories, dreams and transient realities; the “endless sad fragility” of mortal lives.