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Just when a little boy thinks he's going to die of boredom from running errands with his mom, the most remarkable, the most stupendous thing happens. He discovers that on this day, and this day only, stores everywhere are giving away a very special treat with any purchase. Read more...
Free WHAT ?
Just when a little boy thinks he's going to die of boredom from running errands with his mom, the most remarkable, the most stupendous thing happens. He discovers that on this day, and this day only, stores everywhere are giving away a very special treat with any purchase. No, not the usual lollipop or sticker. Something bigger. Much, MUCH bigger. It's a dream come true, except...what exactly do you do with these Jurassic treats? And how do you convince Mom to let you keep them?
- ISBN-13: 9780689869228
- ISBN-10: 0689869223
- Publisher: Atheneum Books
- Publish Date: September 2007
- Page Count: 40
- Reading Level: Ages 4-8
- Dimensions: 11.85 x 8.85 x 0.42 inches
- Shipping Weight: 1.07 pounds
Series: Junior Library Guild Selection
Publishers Weekly® Reviews
- Reviewed in: Publishers Weekly, page 187.
- Review Date: 2007-08-06
- Reviewer: Staff
Broach (Shakespeare's Secret) and Caldecott Medalist Small's (So You Want to Be President?) deadpan delivery of a delectably over-the-top premise makes this tall-format picture book a virtually guaranteed crowd-pleaser. At the bakery with his mother, the freckle-faced narrator spies an odd sign above the doughnut case: “Buy a Dozen Get a Dinosaur.” They make the purchase, expecting a toy, but the bakery lady trots out a triceratops. When the boy's flummoxed mother cries, “How are we supposed to get that home?” the proprietor responds with a sardonic smile, “Oh, don't worry, he'll follow you. They always do.” After his doctor's appointment, the boy asks for a sticker, but the nurse announces that there are no stickers today, “just dinosaurs,” and the receptionist presents him with a stegosaurus. His mother prudently refuses to stop at the shoe store, movie theater and diner, but the boy picks up a pterosaur at the barber shop and uses a doughnut to lure home a hadrosaur (“It wasn't my fault” he disingenuously tells readers). Beleaguered by prehistoric pets, Mom comes up with a brilliant solution. Small fuels his watercolor-and-ink art with just the right dose of hyperbole, comically relaying the boy's elation and the mother's distress at the expanding menagerie. This well-balanced romp packs an outsize helping of humor. Ages 3-7. (Sept.)