This time, Hannah has chosen "The baby who wouldn't go to bed" by Helen Cooper. I remember this being one of her favourites... But what does she remember!
WHEN WAS I READING THIS BOOK - I must have been reading 'The
Baby Who Wouldn’t Go To Bed' by Helen Cooper when I was about 5 years old or even younger,
because I can’t properly remember reading it. I have only reread this book
recently to remind me about the story and for writing this post although I now
remember how much I loved it.
THE REASON I LOVE THIS BOOK - I think that I must love this
book, because of the beautiful dreamlike illustrations and the repetitiveness
of the plot. I love the illustrations, because the story is very much like a
dream and has soft and blurred images, which add to the idea of a dreamlike
world. Also, I love the way Baby visits lots of different characters who all
have the same response when he asks them if they want to play and eventually
there is a different response from the musicians, which I think is a lovely way
to write a story.
MY FAVOURITE PART IS… - My favourite part is probably when
Baby meets the tiger, because this is the image I have always remembered about
the book and it is also the first character that Baby meets in the book. I love
it so much, because the tiger is drawn in such a realistic, but dreamy way and
that you can notice the zip on the tiger that makes you realise you are in
Baby’s dream.
LOVING THE ILLUSTRATIONS OR NOT - I love the illustrations a
lot… As I have previously said, I think that they are very dreamlike and
realistic. I think this is mostly, because before rediscovering this book
recently, I always thought it was actually a dream that I’d had when I was
small. I thought that I was living the story alongside Baby in my dream and met
the tiger and the other characters, so I never remembered that it was actually
a book, until finding it again. I think the illustrations are so beautifully
drawn and Helen Cooper has really captured a style that is dreamy and realistic
and I think this contributed to me thinking that it was actually my dream.
WHO READ ME THIS BOOK - I reckon that my mum read me this
book when I was small, although I don’t actually remember reading it at all,
because I had this fixation that I had had this story as a dream and never
realised that it was actually a book.
Check out the previous post in On Hannah's Bookshelf series - Where The Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak
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