Every time I think I won’t find more, they just show up. Long time readers on this site will recognize this author/illustrator right away. Our old friend Doris is back with another compelling issue of our time. (If you are new to this site, start with the all time ALB favorite: Satan for Kids and Satan for Kids Part 2. I am sure it will change your life.)
This time we have a sexual abuse situation involving Dino and the basketball coach. Dino goes to coach’s house and showers with him and evidently poses for a few pictures too. This upsets Dino and he finally tells Mom. Also a magic/god-like dove appears to give Dino some inspirational words. Coach ends up in trouble and on trial and Dino attends a support group and the dove shows up on the last page and gives another inspirational speech and all is right with the world. Another crisis solved in just a few pages.
I hate to say it, but I think we do need to talk about it….
Our good friend Doris wrote another book for your consideration. Just like the previous titles, this one is also a candidate for “most awful book”. I am sure anything I say now will be redundant of all the other books we have featured here on this site. In general, I am not a fan of the “read this and solve your problems” picture book. I believe it trivializes the horrors of abuse. In what universe is anyone’s problem solved in under 300 words?
Looking for a cute bedtime story for the kids? Here you go! You might recognize the author: one of our favorites and creator of this site’s best post to date: Satan for Kids (and the companion follow up post, Satan for Kids part 2). In this story, Lisa is in a real situation with her siblings. Lisa’s step dad (it is always a STEP!) seems to have a problem with his temper. He complains about the cost of kids (I confess I have complained A LOT about that too.) He watches TV (whoops, I do that too). By the end of the book, Step Dad decides he does have a problem (it is a miracle!) and the kids eat some McDonald’s carry out. This book is awful on so many levels, I don’t know where to begin.