Book #215: The Day the Crayons Quit

The Day the Crayons Quit -- coverPublished in 2013, the copyright page of this book contains a sentence about the way the pages were illustrated.  “The art for this book was made with …um…crayons,” it says, dryly acknowledging the obvious. Whatever. I still hate this freaking book.  It’s a tedious, boring read with no plot, no real characters, and a ridiculous conceit upon which the entire narrative is spun. The crayons are unhappy. They are underused. They are overused. They are misunderstood (beige hates being mistaken for “dark tan”) and they are stripped of their outerwear. (“Why did you peel off my paper wrapping?” Peach crayon cries.  “Now I’m NAKED and too embarrassed to leave the crayon box.”)

Ray guffawed his way through the book at the store and begged me to buy it for him. I refused. There’s nothing there, I kept insisting.  It’s so boring, I said, pleading with him.

He asked for it again during a library visit, so I pulled it off the shelf and read it to him, but not without great pain. And again I read it to him, a week later, during another library trip. Finally I relented and bought the stupid thing.

The flap copy tells me that the writer, Drew Daywalt, is a film and TV writer. Sigh. Oliver Jeffers, a talented illustrator in his own right, did the pictures for this one. I admit the pictures are kind of endearing and comical. And that’s all I’m going to say about that.  ABZ

The Day the Crayons Quit -- full spread

 

The Day the Crayons Quit -- naked crayon

 

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