Once upon a time in a land far away, I was a tiny tot of three. And when I was a tiny tot of three, my family somehow procured a copy of the film Madeline, which my sister and I watched with avidity. We didn’t know the story was based on a book. We just watched the show and remember Madeline crying over her lost dog, Genevieve, way longer than we should have. The fact is, we still remember it.
♫ “Oh, Genevieve, come back to me.” ♫
So yes, discovering that Madeline was a book and that it had won the Caldecott Honor Medal was a bit of a shock. But it was a happy shock. A pleasant shock. An I’m-being-reunited-with-an-old-friend shock. And so…
“In an old house in Paris
That was covered in vines
Lived twelve little girls in two straight lines.”
I could quote the whole book as proof of its whimsicality. Could, that is, except that would probably be breaking copyright. Instead, I’ll just say it- Madeline is one of those delightfully illustrated whimsical stories whose clever rhymes and cleverer heroine will leave you, too, wanting to have your appendix removed. And you’ll get that reference once you read the story. :)
Conclusion. Sweet and cute as a read-aloud.
Review © 2014 Laura Verret