Little Boy | 
| Author: Alison Mcghee
Creator: Peter H. Reynolds
Publisher: Atheneum
Category: Book
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Avg. Customer Rating:  3 reviews
Sales Rank: 2046
Media: Hardcover
Reading Level: Ages 4-8
Number Of Items: 1
Pages: 40
Shipping Weight (lbs): 0.7
Dimensions (in): 8.3 x 7.6 x 0.6
ISBN: 141695872X
EAN: 9781416958727
ASIN: 141695872X
Publication Date: April 15, 2008
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Product Description
The simple playthings, the everyday moments, picking up that hundredth rock -- all of these are brimming with possibility...if you slow down and let the future begin with the small moments of today. Because everything depends on letting a little boy...be a little boy.
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 not for children May 13, 2008
1 out of 2 found this review helpful
This Father's Day, when a Hallmark just won't cut it but $20 seems like too much to spend, why not give this little gem?
Generously borrowing from William Carlos William's poem "The Red Wheelbarrow," each of the rhymed sections in this picture book begins with the phrase "Little Boy, so much depends on..." to inventory the innocent mischief, imaginative play, and rituals of what it means to be a boy. All that and a big cardboard box. Reynolds illustrations are as precious as McGhee's cadences are measured, which is to say they are calculated with great care.
This is the father-and-son companion to Someday, the book about the mother-daughter bond that reads like a snake eating its own tail. With both books I can't imagine what sort of child they are intended for. Grown children? Adults with children who want an American Greeting Card memory of a time that never really existed except in a post-martini haze? New parents who don't realize the fantasy this represents? Seriously, with Little Boy I can see maybe half a reading of this before the little boy being read to wants to go find a cardboard box of his own to play with rather than finish this non-story.
Beyond that, the book is a keepsake, a contemporary Norman Rockwell portrait of boyhood. Grandparents will love it, so might some new parents, but it's not for children.
 A bit akward. May 9, 2008
0 out of 2 found this review helpful
I have to admit when I read this book, I found it hard to follow and akward. I loved their first book "Someday" I thought it was beautifully written and the plain prose was still poignant. However I feel like this book was written to ride on the coat tails of their last success. I tried reading it to my daughter and the choppy wording turned her off right away. Although the concept is sweet I wouldn't recommend it for reading aloud.
 A touching treasure April 26, 2008
24 out of 24 found this review helpful
A gentle reminder to let children have unstructured time to play, this storybook is about a dad reflecting on his son the way the authors' Someday is about a mom and her daughter. Both can bring tears to your eyes.
Using short rhymes and expressive illustrations, the story follows one small boy through his day. He wakes up to the sounds of a big yellow dog and Dad singing in the shower. He spends his day climbing trees, splashing in puddles, dumping sand, rolling trucks, being measured to see how tall he is, baking cookies with Dad, kicking balls, pretending to be a pirate, saying goodbye to visiting grandparents and reading to his dog.
Like all little kids, the boy plays with his same, favorite toys throughout the day. A yellow robot splashes in a puddle, gets buried in a sandbox and measured for its height, and walks into a cardboard box town. The boy plays with the cardboard box all day too, finally falling asleep in it at night, curled up with his dog.
The point of the book is surprisingly deep: that who the boy will become as a man depends on all the seemingly insignificant, everyday activities he does as a child. "Little boy, you remind me how, so much depends on days made of now."
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