Don’t let the headline get your dander up: This is all in good fun! We loooove picture books around these parts!
But it’s also time for Debatables, the new semi-regular column where minor literary questions are argued with perhaps a bit too much passion. So fur is gonna fly.
This month, my debate partner, Cricket Muse, and I pondered the following question:
What is the Worst Picture Book Ever?
Needless to say Cricket and I held very different opinions on the matter.
I wisely gave worst honors to this one:
Cricket, on the other hand, foolishly chose this crowd-pleasing classic:
Head on over to Cricket’s blog to read our arguments! And be sure to chime in with your measured and/or strident comments!
It’ll be fun!
Oh, dearie my.
Just gimmie a week-and-a-half to get out from under a looming writerly deadline.
After that, I’ll be back to blogging in two shakes of a goat’s tail!
Here’s my third and final pro-journalism peek down memory lane. This post is from February 22, 2015.
The quality of one’s job is directly dependent upon the quality of one’s boss. I know this is true, for there is no other way to explain how the teenaged me managed to spend an entire summer slaving over a Burger King broiler without killing myself.