My Son (age 10) and I have recently been enjoying your work together. Last night, for some reason, I was moved to do something that I’ve never done before. I wrote a “book review.” Here it is:
Daniel Pinkwater’s novel “The Snarkout Boys and
the Baconsburg Horror” has more bizarre,
strange, and quite frankly disturbing twists of
plot than any work ever written in the English
language. Anyone who considers this to be
appropriate literature for children is
deranged. Or a genius. Or both.
Thanks for making our lives more fun and interesting than they would otherwise be.
You are playing with fire. I once thought that writing a book review was something I would never do. It's easy to get started, and then they don't let you quit. They keep dragging you back in! It's a dirty business, and no one who does it sleeps well, or deserves to. Be warned by my example. (I agree with your observations, of course).
