Last weekend we were hiding from the rain in a small Westport shop.
My husband was standing at the book display chuckling behind his mask.
“Quinton would like this,” he said.
I bought it because the husband liked it and because in the first few lines I could tell the language and art lived up to the laughs.
In excellent picture book form, it has gorgeous drawings that add humor and depth to the words that work because the author spent the unbelievable amount of time it takes to get the sounds and rhythms to flow so well.
“Farting chicken./Farting bunny./Uncles fart and think it’s funny.”
And Kelley weaves a clear story line that runs throughout about mothers and whether or not we indeed fart. (No spoilers. You’ll have to read to find out.)
Quinton wanted to not like it because he suspected his parents’ plot to get him to read. But he couldn’t help himself. He liked it, too.
Almost Everybody Farts gets two thumbs up for a skillful delivery of those darned jokes I always hated when I was a girl. “Seriously,” I always thought. “What IS so funny about farting?”
Little did I know I would one day write a whole book review on the subject. Ha!
