So I now have the perfect excuse to read picture books.
Not that I really needed an excuse. Last year picture books were a good way to boost my numbers to getto my goal of 100 books read for the year. It is just a shame that this year I can only really count one because I will be reading a lot of them, repeatedly.
However, today’s blog is about the latest picture book that I have bought – I chose it because my husband hates koalas. To such an extent that it has now become he group joke and at every opportunity (mostly his birthday) our friends like to buy him koala themed gifts. We now have a few koala figurines and books. I’ve never quite understood why he doesn’t like koalas, he just doesn’t.
So when I saw this book two weeks ago I immediately thought of him. Then I thought it was too much to spend on a joke, but when I got home and told my husband about it he said we had to buy it. It arrived in the post today.
The cover pretty much sums up the plot. The boy does not like his koala toy. And he tries very hard to get rid of it. The basis for his dislike is the creepy eyes the koala has. If you look closely you can see that one eye is always peeping, like those paintings that have eyes that follow you around the room. It is one pretty nasty looking koala.
My favourite page is the absolute last one, technically one of the end papers. It has a very funny joke on it that I won’t spoil, suffice to say it’s aimed at the adults reading the book rather than the children.
Coming up on my next blog: Thriller TV