Zero Kisses For Me

“Zero kisses for me” is a declaration of independence from a youngster who has a family of fond, affectionate relatives. Sometimes kisses are sticky or perfume-y or just plain yucky, and, besides, they’re for babies. They’re not dignified for someone who’s growing up.

Our small hero decides that the kissing ban goes for goodnight kisses too. That is, of course, until it’s bedtime and the monsters appear. And everyone knows that the best defense against the monsters is a goodnight kiss from Mom. The ban’s over, and he and his understanding mother come to the conclusion that nobody gets too old for kisses after all.

Good Night

“Good night, my jewel . . . Good night, my shrimp!” When it’s time for baby to close her eyes and go to sleep, say good night with this winsome board book, published first in France as Bonne Nuit! Whether you’re reading to your bug, your treasure, or your dumpling, this book’s affectionate tone, luscious colors, endearing round-headed babies, and die-cut moon are just right for sending her off to dreamland.

Locomotive

It is the summer of 1869, and trains, crews, and family are traveling together, riding America’s brand-new transcontinental railroad. These pages come alive with the details of the trip and the sounds, speed, and strength of the mighty locomotives; the work that keeps them moving; and the thrill of travel from plains to mountain to ocean.

Come hear the hiss of the steam, feel the heat of the engine, watch the landscape race by. Come ride the rails, come cross the young country!

There

When will I get There? How will I know? A little girl ponders what the future holds, steadfast in her determination to find out for herself. Marie-Louise Fitzpatrick’s gorgeous landscapes and the briefest of text speak to the power of imagination. Readers of all ages will find reassurance in this simple, beautiful book of ruminations about a lifelong journey toward tomorrow.

Featured in Volume VI, Issue 2 of WOW Review.

When You Were Small

When father puts young Henry to bed he always says “Dad, tell me about when I was small.” His father complies, telling Henry how, when he was little, he used to be so tiny that he could take his pet ant out for a walk on a leash! What’s more, he got his hair combed with a toothbrush and was such a little boy that he could even fit in his father’s shirt pocket. Henry was so small that his father’s original name for him, Hieronymous, wouldn’t fit.

Featured in Volume VI, Issue 2 of WOW Review.