I Want My Hat Back by John Klassen
And now… for a picture book. I lean towards the notion that children’s picture books are as much (maybe more) for grown-ups as children (my fingers aren’t jammy and I turn pages with the proper amount of zeal – i.e. not too much). I’ve gone all year without buying one for myself and I’ve bought lots and lots for wee people belonging to my friends so it’s time, Santa baby, you slipped one under the tree, for me. I’ve been an awful good girl.
One of the great things about a picture book is that you can read it cover-to-cover while you’re in the bookshop. So I’ve already read I Want My Hat Back – but I’d like to read it again. And again.
In the grand tradition of fiction for kids under four (The Little Mole, Are you My Mother, Hug) an animal (here, a bear) is on a quest to find something. Not poo, not his mummy and not a hug. Can you guess what he’s looking for?
Sounds like a book you’ve read before? You haven’t. It’s a bit darker than the aforementioned… it’s a jungle out there (well a forest) and if you steal a hat you might get eaten.
Fabulous illustrations, dark and witty. Not for sensitive souls... but for kids and parents (and childless book lovers) with a streak of evil genius.
Santa baby.... hurry down the chimney tonight.
Taking us to
Six bears searching
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