Once upon a time there was a grown-up looking for a book with very short bedtime stories for a kid who wouldn’t go to sleep. So the grown-up picked up this book and read this flap and took the book home and read it out loud and they both laughed and fell fast asleep fast. Just like you. The end.
What parent wouldn’t pick up a book with that description on the book flap? Not this one. I picked this book up at the library, read the front flap, laughed out loud, and didn’t look any farther because it was freaking hilarious. After I got it home, I came to the sad realization that my 2-year-old (hitherto referred to as Sophiapea) did not find the highly abbreviated version of bedtime stories nearly as entertaining as I did.
I laughed and laughed, and she sat there, looking at me like I was an idiot. If it was just up to me, I’d rate the book 5 stars, but since kids books should generally be approved of by actual children, I’ll have to knock it down a peg.
My rating: 3.5 out of 5 stars