A collective of bibliophiles talking about books. Book Fox (vulpes libris): small bibliovorous mammal of overactive imagination and uncommonly large bookshop expenses. Habitat: anywhere the rustle of pages can be heard.
I must admit I paused before offering a review of this picture book. Vulpes Libris is a serious site. The content is eclectic, sure enough, but it’s a rare week that passes without academic and/or literary heavyweights making an appearance. But we also have room for silliness and play (you should see us in the VL den) and it would be a great shame to overlook Poo Bum purely because of its … er … concept, title and content.
The story focuses on a little rabbit who can only say two words. Which two words? I hear you ask, and I shall refer you back to the title.
All is going well for the little rabbit with the eyebrow-raising catchphrase and glorious facial expressions, until he encounters a wolf. Something occurs off scene and the rabbit disappears. Readers may infer the cause of this disappearance when the wolf can suddenly say nothing but, ‘Poo Bum’.
I wouldn’t dream of revealing the details of the denouement, but suffice it to say Poo Bum ends on an upbeat note (har har.)
Books with novelty refrains can sometimes be irritating to read, but this is not the case with Poo Bum, which falls into the category of picture book that successfully amuses both adult and child reader. It put me in mind of that other modern picture book classic, I Want My Hat Back, by Jon Klassen, which I still adore, despite the fact that I’ve been reading it for two years (not continuously, you understand).
Yes, Poo Bum is silly and employs that age-old favourite, toilet humour, but it is a prized part of my family’s picture book collection. At the end of long days, full of rushing around and general busyness, it makes my children (and their parents) giggle wildly, and that is good enough for me.
Gecko Press, ISBN-10: 1877467979, paperback, 32 pages.