Is this a specific kind of cuisine I'm unfamiliar with?

The story is okay, it's just the writing that's poor. It's a picture book, intended for adults to read to children. A parent is going to be there. You don't need to have your characters do something, and then explain why they did the right thing. You're not adding anything new just by repeating what just happened with a cliche description. That's not the same thing as explaining things in a different way.


Being different is good. Or, be nice to everybody even if they're a jerk to you.

Groucho's joke makes sense if the elephant was tiny.

The illustrations are cute. The text is well-written, if brief. It's just short and sweet.


Don't let the haters get you down. Find people who will accept you for who you are.

Not to be confused with "Tigers Gone Wild."

It's a weird book. It's got a message but I'm not sure it effectively communicates that message. I guess Mr. Tiger's benevolent rampage convinces everybody else that they should be a little less stuck-up?


It's important to go crazy every once in a while.

The concept would make a better Vine series.

It's not engaging enough from an adult perspective. It's a good idea. I'd commend it for that. Decent execution. Just didn't work for me.


Children are exhausting.

Teachers are people too. (Whacka-doo, whacka-doo, whacka-doo.)

When you're interacting with people in a prescribed setting, sometimes it's easy to forget and just treat them like automatons. But you have to remember that every person around you has the same kind of inner life as you do. Even if they don't have the same wants and desires as you, they still have wants and desires, and they're still worthy of respect.


Even if teachers sometimes act mean, they're human beings too.

Rollin', rollin', rollin', RAWHIDE

This is such a badly-written book, it inspired me to create a new category. I can't call it "bad" because I've reserved that rating for terrible morals, so I've come up with the new rating "poor."


You're a part of everything, but you won't realize it until after you're dead.

Life is easier when you make the most of what you've got.

It's just wonderful to see somebody being happy with their differences rather than being upset like so many other books. So much of reality is people being told, "You can't do that" or "You can't be that way," and this girl is just like, "I am that way, so deal with it. This is who I am now, and I'm proud of it."


Differences are something that can be celebrated.

I'll trade you my tooth envelope for your Elf on the Shelf.

No, no, no, no. No. No. This is like "Elf on the Shelf" bad without quite as much commercialization.


Fairies are real. At least, they were real, but technology is evil so they're gone now.

Sharing might be caring, but leave some room for independence.

The good part of the book is that Little T comes to the understanding on his own, and that nobody lectures him about sharing (well, until after he's decided it on his own). He realizes that he made a mistake, he goes back and rectifies the problem, and the reason that he starts to share is because he realizes that's what he wanted to do all along. But framing it as, "You need to always share every moment of the day," is just ridiculous. It's not going to work, either.


Always be sharing.

And I wonder, still I wonder, who'll stop the rain? Before it destroys my house, I mean.

Gugu's work is not really my kind of art, but it's not bad. I wouldn't say there's an awesome message to get out of it, but it's a pretty good book. As far as I can tell, it treats the Zimbabwe culture and the specific person that this is based on rather respectfully.


Nature is cyclical.