We buy books like this for one reason: to read to the kids. In one sense, Owls has a lot going for it. It’s a book about nature, what Tater (now in kindergarten) calls an “informational” book. But it’s not one of those photo-heavy animal picture books we usually run across. The art is beautiful, and the text doesn’t try to explain the entire owl-eat-mouse world. Instead, each owl is presented on its own terms. Short entries. Easily digestible.
In that sense, it’s a delight. We can read about one owl or two and then move on. The text is where I wish there was something “more.” Frankly, I can’t get my kids attention with it. They listen to a sentence or two and start fade away.
This is where those expectations come in. I find the book a real treat to read. I am not slamming through it like a James Patterson action thriller, but when I pick it up and read about a few owls, I am glad I did so.
My hope is that in years to come, Grace or Tater will be browsing their bookshelf and find this book about owls. They will have grown into reading that isn’t narrative driven and enjoy Owls for what it is.
(I received this book from Blogging for Books for this review.)