Although I do find the general storyline of Tomi Ungerer’s 1963 picture book Crictor somewhat amusing (and yes, I have certainly found the serpentine alphabet and numbers, not to mention how Crictor fights off the burglar sufficiently engaging), since I have never been all that much a fan of very cartoon-like illustrations and also do find snakes a wee bit horrid (even though they are amazing animals), I really cannot say that I have all that much truly enjoyed Crictor on both a reading pleasure and visual aesthetics level. Yes, Crictor is seemingly considered a classic, and also appears to be beloved by many, but I have personally found Tomi Ungerer’s presented narrative for Crictor only mildly entertaining at best, have tended to wonder at the woefully un-snakelike manner in which Crictor is approached and cared for, and actually also consider at least some of the accompanying illustrations peculiarly strange, and possibly even verging on being inappropriate (for while as an adult, I can and do laugh and smirk a bit at the image of Crictor basically fixedly staring at the old lady's backside while she is measuring him and is in another picture taking Crictor for a walk, really and in my humble opinion, these two illustrations could almost be deemed as potentially sexual in nature and as anal fixation).
And although I well realise that Crictor is meant to be a rather fantastical tale about a little old lady from France receiving a rather unusual serpentine pet for her birthday, the fact that the poor snake is sent to her through the mail in a cramped and constricting cardboard box (with likely no air holes and no food or water available), and as someone who kind of loves all animals and wants and needs both wild and pet animals, both domesticated and wild creatures to be humanely approached and humanely transported if that becomes necessary, the method how Madame Bodot's nephew (who is supposedly even a snake expert) is shown textually and illustratively by Tomi Ungerer shipping Crictor to her, this really does bother me to no end, and indeed, my realisation that Crictor is a fantasy does not change my annoyance and personal frustration with this enough for me to consider but two stars as a ranking for Crictor (well, actually two and a half stars).
Finally, I also do have to wonder if I would appreciate Crictor considerably more now and as an older and often rather academically inclined adult, had I also read this book as a young child, or more to the point, had I had Crictor read to me or with me as a young child. For there are indeed a goodly number of especially animal-based fantastical, patently unrealistic picture books that have high star ratings for me simply because of nostalgia, just because I remember loving them as a toddler.