Alphonse, There’s Mud On The Ceiling!
The cast from Alphonse, That Is Not OK To Do and I Do Not Like Books Any More! are back in another smashing story.
Natalie, Alphonse and family reside in a flat, on the seventh floor. The child monsters love driving their double-decker bed, playing around their large green chair, tending their sunflowers and performing somersaults down the hall and generally junglifying their surroundings until Natalie cries out “OW, ALPHONSE, you’re STANDING ON ME… and there’s MUD on the CEILING!
At this point Dad intervenes pointing out that their shenanigans are unsuitable indoor play. Natalie (who has an answer for everything) counters this with complaints about their lack of a wild jungle garden with a tent for sleeping in.
Eventually Natalie decides the park is where she want to be – alone.
Off she goes and there her explorations lead her to a bush with a hole wherein she finds …
Then, guess who arrives on the scene. A truce is called and a deal struck involving sausages and blackberries, and at Natalie’s insistence, a bundle of sticks.
Turns out there’s more than one place where you can be wild in the jungle, camping and tucking in to tea. Perhaps even sleeping too.
Another acutely observed, vibrantly illustrated tale from Daisy Hurst; these stories go from strength to strength. Everything about this book is quite simply brilliant.
I suspect adult sharers will adore it as much as the youngsters they read it with; this reviewer surely did.