Our family loves Halloween. We love the costumes, the decorations, and the candy, of course. But we also – thanks to this nerdy, bookish, English-teacher mom — love the picture books.
This morning, as we put out jack-o-lanterns and skeletons and gravestones in the yard, an Amazon delivery brought us the newest installment to our Halloween library: Gilbert the Ghost.
He joins The Scariest Book Ever, our “Ginny Goblin” collection, The Creepy Carrots and Creepy Pair of Underwear duo, a nonfiction book called Skulls, and our perennial favorite, The Pomegranate Witch.
The Scariest Book Ever is anything but. It’s all about the scared-y-est ghost ever… so terrified to venture out that he spills orange juice on his sheet just so he can stay home and eat donuts.
The pair of Ginny Goblin books are full of shenanigans and hoodwinks as the impish green girl quests to foil surprises and house rules.
The “Creepy” books are full of cavorting carrots and greenish, glowing underpants.
Skulls is about — you guessed it — skulls in all their beautiful, bony perfection.
And then, there’s The Pomegranate Witch. If you haven’t seen it yet, read it yet, bought it yet… well, I can’t tell you how much you need it in your child’s life. In YOUR life. It is beautiful, lyrical, mystical, and even a tad bit hysterical.
The story is powered by poetry (none of us gets enough poems in our lives anymore), the illustrations are framed in October foliage, and the ending is wound with wistful wonder.
This book has managed to whet our boys’ appetites for both pomegranates and creative wordplay. We love the pomegranate, Pomegranate, POMEGRANATE witch.
This year, we’ll read it nonstop once again, along with tiny, pink Gilbert the Ghost,whom we met as we curled up on the couch this soggy, sweet, Sunday afternoon.
He’s precious, by the way.