So remember my diatribe about cartoons on Tuesday well now we are moving on to books. Boog loves books, absolutely loves them and I am so very glad that he does. However, we aren’t exactly reading the same things just now. :P

His current favorite is Goodnight Gorilla. Yes, it is a very cute book but upon the 6,934th reading you start to pick up on some of the finer points in the plot (as well as some continuity errors courtesy of my husband). For example, the lock on the gorilla’s cage seems to be on the inside which just doesn’t even seem practical. Not to mention that Joe may very well be the worst zoo keeper EVER.

I mean seriously, you’ve got a parade of rather large animals creeping around behind you and you don’t even notice?! Are these some sort of special super-ninja-stealth zoo animals? Seems like they’d make a fair amount of noise at least getting into the house.

Then there is the issue of Joe’s wife. I’m sorry but if I managed to sleep through all those animals clamoring into my bedroom (AND BED) only to wake up and find them there you best believe it ISN’T going to be me traipsing across the field to return them to the zoo. Joe best be getting his ass up out of bed pronto! I mean maybe his wife is indeed trying to save Joe’s job because lord knows it is probably in jeopardy seeing as he can’t keep the animals in their damn cages.

We also read a lot of Sandra Boyton books and I actually do really enjoy them (Barnyard Dance is my personal favorite but really only when my husband reads it, he does it much better than I do). However, in The Going To Bed Book all the animals get ready for bed and THEN go exercise. What’s that about? You don’t take a bath, put your pjs on, brush your teeth and THEN exercise. Eww, gross then you go to bed all sweaty. Yuck. Not to mention that you shouldn’t exercise so close to bed time. I guess it’s supposed to be silly. You see how I have problems with suspending reality.

The last book I’m going to mention is Love You Forever. I rarely even read this one to Boog because frankly it creeps me out. It starts out all sweet and stuff but there is a point there in the middle where I think the mom in the story needs some serious mental help. In case you aren’t familiar with it, the premise is that there is this little song that the mom sings to her baby.

I love you forever
I like you for always
As long as I’m living
My baby you’ll be

Very sweet, I know. Anyway so the mom creeps into her son’s room to watch him sleep and sings this song and you see the son getting older. You know baby, toddler, boy, teenager, etc. Now this is when it starts to get a little weird. The son is grown. He’s moved out of the house and the book has the mom DRIVING to her son’s house with a LADDER on top of her car! She breaks into his house and creeps into his room and sings the song. I’m sorry but if I suddenly woke up during the night with my mom in my bedroom singing to me I would be a little worried for her sanity.

The book goes on and eventually the mom is too old to commit B&E visit so it shows the son rocking his mother and singing to her and then returning to his home and singing to his own baby. The premise is sweet although I’m not sure I really want to be confronted with my own mortality each and every evening at bedtime.

All that being said, the husband and I actually do have an idea for a children’s book. Maybe I do have some imagination left after all. Of course only time will tell if we actually get off our duffs and do something about this idea. We tend to have a lot of ideas. But generally we’re pretty lazy so they remain mostly ideas.