There
are all kinds of good books, and I don’t much care where they come
from, so long as they come from somewhere. Keep ‘em coming, I say. This
one?
Katydids and Poems for Kids: But Mostly Poems for Kids?
I don’t know what recesses of Jeremy Johnson’s mind these poems sprung from. Like I said, I don’t care.
I’m just glad they’re in print, where we can all enjoy them.
Now,
I have met Jeremy, and he’s a super guy. But I’ll be honest. It’s a
good way to be, because lies tend to trip over themselves, and we don’t
want that. See, I wasn’t sure I wanted him writing kids that I would
read to my poems—wait
a second, let’s try that again. I wasn’t sure I wanted him writing
poems that I would read to my kids. I wasn’t certain because that’s kind
of a big thing, right? You can’t just sit there and read them any old
thing. I’m trying to raise future high achievers
in a way that I can live through them vicariously, because I haven’t
done much myself, and I can’t risk feeding them rubbish.
So
I did something very wise—I opened the book up and began to read for
myself, before endangering my children’s futures. If it was bad, no big
deal, because I can always spare the brain cells, being that I don’t
drink nor read
Shades of Grey books. I gots plenty of brane sales so it’ll be….good.