Ok, it's about time I do one of these BACA Off! reviews, don't ya think?. Thanks again to Mother Reader for the inspiration! I decided to start with a name that I figure most people know of, Jamie Lee Curtis, former teen scream movie star, and now popular picture book author. I've actually wanted to read one of her picture books for a while now, because I had heard over the years that she is supposed to be one of the good celebrity children's authors. So is she good? Hmmmmm....
I chose Curtis' first book, When I Was Little: A Four-Year-Old's memoir of Her Youth, which was published in 1993 by HarperCollins. The book is illustrated by Laura Cornell. My honest gut reaction when I read the title of the book? A little bit of eye-rolling. Contrived clever titles like that just annoy me. Not off to a good start. Also part of that annoyance is the fact that this book is obviously set up to "teach" a child all about personal identity. In fact, if you go to the book list of Curtis' site, you can see that each of her books has been written with a little "lesson" in mind, be it the subject of Family and Belonging, Imagination and Loss, or Self Esteem. Reading these descriptions makes me throw up a little.
The writing is nothing spectacular. It is, shall we say – competent. Curtis basically lists all the different things that a little girl couldn't do or wasn't aware of when she was little, and then how she has mastered so much now that she is sooooo much older. Some examples:
When I was little, I had silly hair. Now I can wear it in a ponytail or braids or pigtails or a pom-pom. [I dunno. This description really bugs me. What the hell does she mean about silly hair?]
When I was little, I rode in a baby car seat. Now I ride like a grown-up and wave at policemen. [Apparently this description got some complaints from mothers on the Amazon site, since a four-year-old kid should obviously still be sitting in the back, in a car seat. I'm amazed the editors missed this one. Maybe Britney Spears can use this book in her defense].
When I was little I ate goo and yucky stuff. Now I eat pizza and noodles and fruit and Chee-tos. [I'm gonna sound like a real stick-in-the-mud here, but was it really necessary to have the product placement? And actually the mention of Chee-tos was another thing that cheezed off some of the mothers on Amazon. Heh. Cheezed Off. Aren't I funny? Maybe I should write children's books. After I get into acting in movies, that is].
Overall, the book didn't thrill me. There really is no story here to grab me. Absolutely no imagination in the writing. And I have my doubts that it's the kind of thing that little kids would get into, either. It's the kind of thing that parents think their kids should read. I'll tell you what kids will like about this book. The illustrations. They are delightful. Full of energy, and so cute and colourful. Had Jamie Lee Curtis not had such a talented illustrator, this book would have been a stinker, in my opinion. And that's one thing I have noticed a lot with celebrity children's authors. They (or their publishers) have enough sense to pick a very talented illustrator who can, quite frankly, carry the weight of the book. Because nine times outta ten, the writing on it's own, just won't do it.
When it comes to picture books, I guess I'm a bit of a grump. Or maybe it's that I'm still able to read picture books the same way I read them when I was a kid. I always looked for funny, snappy writing, an engaging story, and great pictures. I was usually drawn to picture books with very strong characters. Books like Harry The Dirty Dog, Or Curious George or anything by Dr. Seuss. I'm willing to bet big money that kids do not want to be taught a lesson when they read a picture book. They want to be entertained. And if they are entertained, they will discover how much fun reading can be, and they will continue to read.
When I was little, I would have stayed the hell away from this book.