REVIEWED BY JANE, 7, WA
Total Quack Up Again, Edited by Sally Rippin and Adrian Beck, illustrated by Jules Faber, Penguin Australia, ISBN 9781760893583
Jane received a review copy of this book from the publisher.
Total Quack Up Again is a collection of funny short stories. I really like it. It makes me laugh. It was hard to pick a favourite story, they are all so good. One of my favourites was ‘Clean The Car’ by Kim Kane — it’s hard for me to read it out loud because I’m laughing so hard. This is one of my favourite parts (pp 111-112) in ‘Clean The Car’:
‘What’s that?’ (Mumma-Sue) pointed to a small tree, which had sprouted in the leaves composting under Tom’s booster seat.
Mumma-Jacq bent down to pick it up. ‘It’s a small tree,’ she said.
‘I can see that.’ Mumma-Sue rolled her eyes.
‘Possibly a fig or a plum.’ Mumma-Jacq examined a tiny green leaf.
‘Well, that’s terrific. But what’s it doing sprouting in the back seat of the car?’ Mumma-Sue tried not to yell. She was not successful.
I think lots of people will like this book, including adults.
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