The way they poked at each other and ultimately grew from the experience really warmed my heart.Īll in all, I'm so happy with this book and I'm delighted that it is a series! I cannot wait for more!Ī huge thank you to Algonquin Young Readers and Amy for sending me a free copy in exchange for an honest review. He would spout off rock facts and pull Skunk into all types of conversations involving his collection.Īnd Skunk's hilariously strong chicken connection really lightened the book. Skunk and Badger had such a fun way of interacting with each other and the illustrations completely captured their personalities.īadger's rock obsession was infectious. Perhaps having a roommate wouldn't be so bad after all?
But okay."But.having a roommate also means someone to split the chores, to make food with and to talk about Important Rock Things.
The Skunk is always There and Present and In-The-Way. "I am here!"įollowed by another pause.Aunt Lula owns the brownstone, so Badger has to agree to her.but this skunk. But there was too much slick in this one's stripe.Badger lives in a little brownstone home thanks to the generosity of Aunt Lula, a pine martin.Īll Badger wants is to be left alone to do his Important Rock Work but then.Aunt Lula invites a roommate to the brownstone. More importantly, you will learn about the delicate art of working things out with the people you live with, a timely lesson for many of us cooped up together during the COVID-19 pandemic.Badger didn't normally shut the door on animals that knocked. You will learn a little about rocks and chickens while reading this book. If you're a Badger kind of person who thinks books should be Important Reading where you Learn Things, be at ease. This story has a Skunk, so of course it has a spraying scene, and that scene does not disappoint. Everywhere Badger looked, the earth moved with a chicken beat, syncopated in herks and jerks, and this eye, then that eye, then step-step-step, peer-PECK!" A purple chicken? Some were mottled, some speckled, and some sparkled. ('Three Ko Shamos on the right!' said Skunk.) Chickens wearing bell-bottoms, plumed berets, and flippers, all made of feathers. ('Jersey Giant,' said Skunk.) There were chickens strolling on stork legs. The wattles! The combs! The bright red faces! Oblongs, rounds, tiny, and shrub-sized. Across the street, in the park, near the mailbox - chickens. The comic conflicts here come from the high-spirited, unpredictable Skunk rubbing up against the fussbudget Badger, as happened the day Skunk invited a few friends over:
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