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But that's not Cyrano's only problem: The Gila Monster Gang (umm, they're Gila Monsters) comes in a-shooting up and robbing the town. The story proceeds loosely along the lines of the original (with some action and sarsaparillas thrown in for Western authenticity) as the amorous but shy Cyrano writes poems for Roxane, signed by Wolfie. But, when the Gila Monster Gang threatens to rob the train at Purple Rock River, Cyrano (with the agility and power of a Kobe to Shaquille dunk) uses all his talents to capture the gang and win Roxane's heart.
I think Roxane puts it best: "Cyrano! Your great nose has taught you to be courageous, but your poetry has lassoed my heart!" Highly recommended!
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Thankfully, his last rule is not to follow his rules. Grody learns his lesson and readers will laugh and learn with him.
Rubel ventures into a new realm artistically with Grody. She uses ink, markers, colored pencils, watercolors and strategic splashes of collage. The result is wonderful, with each page a treasure hunt to find the various collage pieces. My personal favorites are the orange fuzzy slippers. With this book, Nicole Rubel offers children and parents a visual bouquet and a zany new character to love. Grody is a hit.
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Extreme, crazy, and a little more than rotten sometimes. The drawings aren't traditional, which makes "Rotten Ralph" even more fun for kids to read and look at.
Not so very many years ago, I had the very great pleasure of reading over and over and over, and over immeasurable, this fine tale of haphazardness, naughtiness, chastisement, and redemption. So I'll now tell you a little tale of my own - a personal pathway, of sorts, toward eminent endearment of this sweet little book:
Several years ago, a little child went with her mother and father to a book signing in downtown Chicago. The name of the book escapes me now, but alas, it's irrelevant to this story. John Lydon ("Johnny Rotten" of Sex Pistols fame) was doing the signing for some newly published writing affair at a trendy north side bookstore. As Mr. Rotten has always had a great dedicated following, the line for this book, to be graced with his signature, was immensely long. The little girl, wearing a pink winter coat and purple ribbons in her hair, was the only child present in a snaking line omnipresent in the aisles throughout with multiply tattooed and body-pierced fans. Yet she was neither intimidated nor gainsaid as she quietly recited her favorite nursery rhymes, picking up to browse each prettily covered book she saw. She was ever patient, and even after over an hour of waiting would smile sweetly to strangers' questions and comments as she held onto her mother's hand.
Finally, after what seemed like an infinitesimal wait, she and her parents reached the front portion of the line. Then, all hearts fell as the gentleman just ahead of her family, a tall thin young man with long silky black & blue-streaked hair and an earring was told the featured book had just sold out - that there were absolutely no more copies. Dejected and deflated, all those remaining in the line began to take their leave.
This little girl, however, would have nothing of it. "But we came here for a book!" she cried loud enough for anyone in the store to hear, "I want that book!" Before either of her parents could chastise her for this outburst, Mr. Rotten spoke up with that beautifully enunciated British accent he has, and said, "You want a book? I'm sorry...uh, but we...Wait - This child wants a book! - Oh yes, never fear, little one; I will get you a book." A consummate gentleman, he merely snapped his fingers to one of his assistants and pointed to a nearby display at the edge of the children's section, and said, "I want to give her that book."
ROTTEN RALPH was the chosen book's title. My daughter's copy is signed by Johnny Rotten, the inside jacket adorned with a Polaroid photo taken of herself, her new book, and the kindest punk rock star on earth. Truly, upon many a night for perhaps the next two years that followed, ROTTEN RALPH was included in our nightly ritual of bedtime stories. And though our cat George was often annoyed that he was forced to sit, listen and learn, neither my girl nor I ever tired of reading it.
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This is just one of the grossly gruesome gags you'll encounter in this compendium of mummy humor. The riddles rely heavily on puns and slightly on a working knowledge of ancient Egyptian burial practices.
The illustrations are large, bright and cartoony with lots of clever details that kids will love to pore over. They'll also love committing these riddles to memory and trying them out on parents during a long car trip.
Q: What did the doctor tell the little mummy at her checkup? A: You grue-some!
Get it? Bwa ha ha ha ha.
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What makes this book fun is that every little thing Sarah does, from dancing to shaking hands, has something to do with ancient Egypt. Gantos and Rubel work in about a dozen such factoids all within the context of the story (and Sarah's research). Rotten Ralph is news to me, although I have since learned he has been misbehaving in books for a quarter of a century and in now finding news ways of being bad in an animated series (in Greece, Rotten Ralph is known as Ralf o Kakomathimenos, a.k.a. Ralph the Badly Behaved). A book like "Rotten Ralph Helps Out" is the sort that would make a teacher of young students want to do a unit on the ancient Egyptians, even if they were not thinking of doing so. However, Kiara, my own cat, refrained from making any comments on this book whatsoever...