![]() ![]() Over the next few days, we read it dozens of times, and she insisted that both of my parents read it to her (they both thought it was delightfully clever too) and the first morning that Bart was back from the UK, it was the first thing Ella asked him to do with her (the second thing was to ask if he’d brought back any Jammie Dodgers). She begged to read it a second time and, to my surprise, she laughed just as much that time through. ![]() That afternoon, Ella and I read it together and she laughed so much, I thought she was going to pass out. I’d been hearing buzz about The Book with No Pictures for MONTHS, but didn’t manage to get my hands on a copy until we returned to the United States and I picked up one at my parents’ library. Nope, not one single picture in the whole book. The Book With No Pictures deserves its own post.īut actually, as you might suspect from the cover, this book isn’t really a picture book at all. ![]() It’s only for the very most exceptional picture books that I write an entire post about a single book (I think the last one that got its own post was Journey). Usually, when I write about picture books, I do it as a list, with a bunch of picture books together. ![]()
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