The Day The Crayons Quit

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And what better way for crayons to express their disapproval than by leaving handwritten notes for their owner to find. But when he opens his box of crayons, he finds only letters, all saying the same thing: His crayons have had enough! Heck, they might have brought it up with Jeffers too, since he's the one who came up with the naked monster picture in the first place.

You could even ignore that all the humans are drawn with pink or peach or white crayons, if you had half a mind to. And I'm putting it on my to-read shelf, only so I can remember to for sure find it again and read it to my other little guys. Drew Daywalt and Oliver Jeffers once again offer perceptive and frequently hilarious insights…The Day the Crayons Came Homewill have readers of all ages chuckling—and will inspire kids’ empathy and imagination in equal measure. The black rabbit is, in fact, the little rabbit's own shadow and at the end he comes to love the big black rabbit after all.One of the things I love about an occasional visit to Barnes and Noble is getting my hands on a darling (brand spanking new) little gem like this in the children's book section.

All in all, a cute book, but authors of children's books should really be cogniscent as to whether or not their target audience can actually read the book, and not because of their lack of reading skills! Why am I going on and on about unintentional messages in works of children's fiction in preface to talking about this book? Kids like to believe that the objects that they play with are as invested in the experience as the kids themselves. I sigh a little when I think of how many people bought the Day the Crayons Quit, but have never heard of Harris Burdick. This new cast of crayons will entertain readers, and admirers of the first book will be pleased to see a few familiar colors.

Adult readers will see typical child behavior in each one of the crayons that a child might not pick up on. But then I saw them, like a beacon on a hill… there, on my desk, sat an ancient box of my old crayons next to the hula girl pen holder my grandpa had left me in his will. But here was a box I’d aparently kept with me, moving them with all my office stuff from apartment to apartment. The earnest gravity of the fighters’ quests paired with the mundane setting and melodramatic tone are perfectly balanced to produce a brand of purely absurd, sidesplitting humor that kids will gobble up.