Rating: 4.5 stars
This book reminds me that children's books don't have to be cool. I mean, as much as Fancy Nancy now permeates our days (Lorelei: "Mommy, can I play with your fancy shoes?" or "What fancy dress will I wear today?"), my kids cheer when they find this simple book on our library stack.
Personally, I find it a tad annoying, but just because I don't go around saying "Fiddle dee fee" when I get frustrated. I usually spell out a word or two.
or The Wind Blew 
always produces read-aloud classics with intricate drawings, and this is a good example of why children from all over for so long have appreciated her books. It's a long poem that is simply counts down the apples on a tree--one by one they are picked and eaten by animals on the farm, with the farmer insisting that they leave one for him. He gets the last one, but then his wife comes up and wants one. Oops! Luckily the farmer, his wife, and all their animals spot another tree and everyone ends up happy. It's charming in a dusty sort of way, but Lorelei and Ben just adore it, and grandparents seem to be a fan of it, too. In the picture is beloved Grammy, who --sniff, sniff-- left us yesterday. At first I was going to write in this review that I couldn't get the right rhythm to the book, but on the third or fourth read I figured it out. My mom got it on the first try. Humph.
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