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Spotty
Tired of being treated differently by his family just because he is spotted and the other rabbits are white, Spotty sets out on his own to seek acceptance. This edition of the original 1940s classic, with its vintage pictures and optimistic ending, offers a story that still needs to be told.
32 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 1945
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Margret Rey
234 books121 followersMargret Elizabeth Rey (May 16, 1906 – December 21, 1996), born Margarete Elisabeth Waldstein, was (with her husband H. A. Rey), the co-author and illustrator of children's books, best known for their Curious George
Although she was born in Germany, she fled to Brazil early in her life to escape Nazism. While there, she met her future husband Hans (who was a salesman and also from Germany). They married in 1935 and moved to Paris, France that same year.
While in Paris, Hans's animal drawings came to the attention of French publisher, who commissioned him to write a children's book. The result, Rafi and the Nine Monkeys, is little remembered today, but one of its characters, an adorably impish monkey named Curious George, was such a success that the couple considered writing a book just about him. Their work was interrupted with the outbreak of World War II. As Jews, the Reys decided to flee Paris before the Nazis seized the city. Hans built two bicycles, and they fled Paris just a few hours before it fell. Among the meager possessions they brought with them was the illustrated manuscript of Curious George.
The Reys' odyssey brought them to the Spanish border, where they bought train tickets to Lisbon. From there they returned to Brazil, where they had met five years earlier, but this time they continued to New York, New York. The books were published by Houghton Mifflin in 1941, though certain changes had to be introduced because of the technology of the time. Hans and Margret originally planned to use watercolors to illustrate the books, but since they were responsible for the color separation, he changed these to the cartoon-like images that continue to feature in each of the books. (A collector's edition with the original watercolors was recently released.)
Curious George was an instant success, and the Reys were commissioned to write more adventures of the mischievous monkey and his friend, the Man in the Yellow Hat. They wrote seven stories in all, with Hans mainly doing the illustrations and Margret working mostly on the stories, though they both admitted to sharing the work and cooperating fully in every stage of development. At first, however, Margret's name was left off the cover, ostensibly because there was a glut of women already writing children's fiction. In later editions, this was corrected, and Margret now receives full credit for her role in developing the stories.
Margret and her husband moved to Cambridge, Massachusetts in 1963, in a house close to Harvard Square. Following her husband's death in 1977, Margret continued writing, and in 1979, became a Professor of Creative Writing at Brandeis University in Waltham, Massachusetts. Starting in 1980, she also began to collaborate with Alan Shalleck on a series of short films featuring Curious George and more than two dozen additional books.
In 1989 Margret Rey established the Curious George Foundation to help creative children and prevent cruelty to animals. In 1996, she made major donations to the Boston Public Library and Beth Israel Deaconess Medical Center. She was also a long-time supporter of the Longy School of Music. The Reys spent twenty summers in Waterville Valley, New Hampshire, to enable H.A. Rey to better observe the stars for his astronomy writing. They became an integral part of the Waterville community and their legacy is honored by The Margret and H.A. Rey Center and the Curious George Cottage located there.
Dr. Lena Y. de Grummond, a professor in the field of library science (specializing in children's literature) at The University of Southern Mississippi in Hattiesburg, Miss. contacted the Reys in 1966 about the university's new children's literature collection. H.A. and Margret made a donation of a pair of sketches at the time. In 1996, after Margret's death, it was revealed in her will that the entire literary estate of the Reys were to be donated to the de Grummond Children's Literature Collection at Southern Miss.
Although she was born in Germany, she fled to Brazil early in her life to escape Nazism. While there, she met her future husband Hans (who was a salesman and also from Germany). They married in 1935 and moved to Paris, France that same year.
While in Paris, Hans's animal drawings came to the attention of French publisher, who commissioned him to write a children's book. The result, Rafi and the Nine Monkeys, is little remembered today, but one of its characters, an adorably impish monkey named Curious George, was such a success that the couple considered writing a book just about him. Their work was interrupted with the outbreak of World War II. As Jews, the Reys decided to flee Paris before the Nazis seized the city. Hans built two bicycles, and they fled Paris just a few hours before it fell. Among the meager possessions they brought with them was the illustrated manuscript of Curious George.
The Reys' odyssey brought them to the Spanish border, where they bought train tickets to Lisbon. From there they returned to Brazil, where they had met five years earlier, but this time they continued to New York, New York. The books were published by Houghton Mifflin in 1941, though certain changes had to be introduced because of the technology of the time. Hans and Margret originally planned to use watercolors to illustrate the books, but since they were responsible for the color separation, he changed these to the cartoon-like images that continue to feature in each of the books. (A collector's edition with the original watercolors was recently released.)
Curious George was an instant success, and the Reys were commissioned to write more adventures of the mischievous monkey and his friend, the Man in the Yellow Hat. They wrote seven stories in all, with Hans mainly doing the illustrations and Margret working mostly on the stories, though they both admitted to sharing the work and cooperating fully in every stage of development. At first, however, Margret's name was left off the cover, ostensibly because there was a glut of women already writing children's fiction. In later editions, this was corrected, and Margret now receives full credit for her role in developing the stories.
Margret and her husband moved to Cambridge, Massachusetts in 1963, in a house close to Harvard Square. Following her husband's death in 1977, Margret continued writing, and in 1979, became a Professor of Creative Writing at Brandeis University in Waltham, Massachusetts. Starting in 1980, she also began to collaborate with Alan Shalleck on a series of short films featuring Curious George and more than two dozen additional books.
In 1989 Margret Rey established the Curious George Foundation to help creative children and prevent cruelty to animals. In 1996, she made major donations to the Boston Public Library and Beth Israel Deaconess Medical Center. She was also a long-time supporter of the Longy School of Music. The Reys spent twenty summers in Waterville Valley, New Hampshire, to enable H.A. Rey to better observe the stars for his astronomy writing. They became an integral part of the Waterville community and their legacy is honored by The Margret and H.A. Rey Center and the Curious George Cottage located there.
Dr. Lena Y. de Grummond, a professor in the field of library science (specializing in children's literature) at The University of Southern Mississippi in Hattiesburg, Miss. contacted the Reys in 1966 about the university's new children's literature collection. H.A. and Margret made a donation of a pair of sketches at the time. In 1996, after Margret's death, it was revealed in her will that the entire literary estate of the Reys were to be donated to the de Grummond Children's Literature Collection at Southern Miss.
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June 30, 2022
Pricken är en klassisk bilderbok som handlar om en kaninfamilj. Alla kaniner är vita förutom Pricken. Efter att ha hört de vuxna prata förstår Pricken och hans syskon att han är annorlunda, olik. Och på grund av detta får han inte följa med hem till morfar. Pricken bestämmer sig för att rymma.
En riktigt bra bok att använda som underlag för att diskutera allas lika värde.
En riktigt bra bok att använda som underlag för att diskutera allas lika värde.
July 12, 2013
A wonderful book about teaching children that it's okay to be different. In a world where new fads and personality types and lifestyles are becoming increasingly diverse, there can never be enough lessons about respecting other people's choices. This was our first Margret Rey and we really enjoyed it. Somewhere between a level 3 and 4 for reading, this one was a good one for parents to read with their kids so as to be able to answer any questions that might come up. A little over the head of my twin 3 yr old's, but they still commented on the pictures and loved the bunnies. Two thumbs up from a parent who loves books that teach something.
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June 28, 2022En av alla barnböcker jag läst tusen tusen gånger för barn på fritids senaste veckorna :)
June 30, 2022
Pricken är en klassisk bilderbok som handlar om en kaninfamilj. Alla kaniner är vita förutom Pricken. Efter att ha hört de vuxna prata förstår Pricken och hans syskon att han är annorlunda, olik. Och på grund av detta får han inte följa med hem till morfar. Pricken bestämmer sig för att rymma.
En riktigt bra bok att använda som underlag för att diskutera allas lika värde.
En riktigt bra bok att använda som underlag för att diskutera allas lika värde.
April 3, 2013
We have all equal worth
I was lucky to have parents that started to read books to me a young age. Some of the book’s message stayed with me and I think they helped shape me into whom I am. This is one of those books. The book is written by Margret Rey and its named Spotty. It’s about a family of rabbits, which are all white, except for Spotty. He is white with brown spots all over his fur. When the whole family is going to his grandfather to celebrate his birthday, Spotty gets to stay home because his aunt is ashamed of him because his fur isn’t white. When everybody has left for the party Spotty runs away from home, he thinks it’s for the best. I won’t tell you the rest of the book you have to read it for your child or yourself, but the message of the book is this: We are all of equal worth. It doesn’t matter what you look like or what religion you believe in. I think in this day and age, when the world is filled with racism because of which country you are from or which religion you believe in the book has an important message to deliver. I hope all children have somebody that reads this book to them.
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I was lucky to have parents that started to read books to me a young age. Some of the book’s message stayed with me and I think they helped shape me into whom I am. This is one of those books. The book is written by Margret Rey and its named Spotty. It’s about a family of rabbits, which are all white, except for Spotty. He is white with brown spots all over his fur. When the whole family is going to his grandfather to celebrate his birthday, Spotty gets to stay home because his aunt is ashamed of him because his fur isn’t white. When everybody has left for the party Spotty runs away from home, he thinks it’s for the best. I won’t tell you the rest of the book you have to read it for your child or yourself, but the message of the book is this: We are all of equal worth. It doesn’t matter what you look like or what religion you believe in. I think in this day and age, when the world is filled with racism because of which country you are from or which religion you believe in the book has an important message to deliver. I hope all children have somebody that reads this book to them.
www.sarasworlds.com
September 11, 2014
Oh, what a lovely book about being different and acceptance.
I must have cried a hundred times for poor Spotty - the one hero for me! And every time I've mentioned Spotty to others they have said the same! One of my favorite children's books of all times!
I can still read it again and again! A timeless story ... and also teaching kids and their parents about empathy and how important that is to all mankind.
Who will not love this story?
Who can say they didn't cry when they read about Spotty?
My heart still bleeds for this sweet little rabbit.
A classic story for children and grown-ups!
I must have cried a hundred times for poor Spotty - the one hero for me! And every time I've mentioned Spotty to others they have said the same! One of my favorite children's books of all times!
I can still read it again and again! A timeless story ... and also teaching kids and their parents about empathy and how important that is to all mankind.
Who will not love this story?
Who can say they didn't cry when they read about Spotty?
My heart still bleeds for this sweet little rabbit.
A classic story for children and grown-ups!
February 11, 2011
Intense!! Written as a teaching tool after WWII. Can see why it went out of print, and wish it hadn't!
(Interesting role reversal: H. A. Rey wrote "Curious George" but illustrated "Spotty"; Marget Rey illustrated "George" and wrote "Spotty".)
(Interesting role reversal: H. A. Rey wrote "Curious George" but illustrated "Spotty"; Marget Rey illustrated "George" and wrote "Spotty".)
May 24, 2016
Min favvo-bok när jag var liten!! Bästa barnboken någonsin, efter Astrid Lindgrens böcker möjligtsvis, och några andra riktigt bra böcker.
November 15, 2018
This was my favorite book of all time as a young child.
September 24, 2025
Florida. Christmas. Three days in the back of my father’s 1961 Cadillac. The radio is turned on low. My mother cracks a window and lights up a Salem cigarette. I’m dozing in the backseat.
We are headed to Anna Maria Island, where an elderly couple who are referred to as Unky & Auntie, and of whom my mother always said they were cousins, were actually best friends with my mother’s mother, my beautiful Lebanese grandmother Catherine.
For the past 80 miles or so we’ve seen one sign after another that simply commands us to: “See Rock City.” And, of course, by the time the miles have clicked onto my father’s odometer we find ourselves pulling over, almost against our will, and certainly our better judgment, into the lane that will take us to Rock City.
My father explains that we might as well stretch our legs and take a look at the rocks. It is indeed a fascinating place for a young kid like me—about three square acres inside—it could easily have been an airplane hangar of every kind of crystal, rock, semi-precious stone, precious stones, ingots, and so forth. Rather large burlap bags, about the size of half a loaf of bread, proclaimed that for 50 cents you could get the whole mystery bag and that it was evidently guaranteed to please.
I am six years old. I have two quarters burning a hole in my pocket, and I can’t decide whether I should go for volume, volume, volume and see what’s in the big mystery bag or perhaps a more judicious use of my so-called vacation allowance should be invested in something more certain, more secure, more “rocky.”
I decide on the mystery bag, and 62 years later those stones still sit aligned on the knee wall in my East Coast condominium.
We get back into the Caddy and roll on down south, down through Atlanta, and head to the big sweeping change of highway that will bring us to the Florida panhandle. But there’s one more stop to make, and my father pulls off the highway about 40 minutes past our last stop.
Again I’m asleep in the backseat, but I wake up just in time to hear the Caddy’s tires crunch on crushed coral that serves as the parking lot to, of all things, a bookstore.
I inquire as to what’s going on. For the first time in my life neither one of my parents answers my question. They just get out of the car and walk toward the front door of the bookstore. Not wanting to be left behind, I jump out of the backseat and say, “Hey, wait for me!”
My father keeps on, and my mother turns to her left and slightly slows down, waving her left hand as if to usher me into a brand-new world.
We walk through the store, and I should say at this point in time that by the time I was four years old, I could read. Of course, I didn’t realize how unusual that was. I thought all kids making their way through nursery school and kindergarten could read.
After about 10 minutes, my parents gather around me and usher me toward the back of the store where there is a huge display on a table. Stacks of books compete with a Point of Purchase (POP) display, and for the first time I see the book that was just about to change my life.
For it was there, in that unassuming little bookstore somewhere south of Atlanta and north of the Florida panhandle, that my parents had a plan. And that plan was to put the book Spotty into my hands, up to the cash register, and into the Caddy, where it would keep me company for the rest of the ride to Anna Maria Island. The next week in Florida you would see me on the beach, near the swimming pools, at church on Sunday—and everywhere I went I had the book Spotty tucked under my arm, attached to me as if it were some kind of reference book on how the world should be. Yeah, things start out tough, but keep the faith, get out of your hutch, have an adventure, meet some folks that are different but just like you, and then understand that the folks back home are pretty cool too.
Of course, my six-year-old self did not use these words—words like cool—but my Spotty book, well cared for, well loved, and perhaps a little tattered at the corners, has pride of place on the top of the collection case that graces the stairs down to my basement. Pretty much a day doesn’t go by that, at the very least, I don’t check out my man the rabbit on the way down the stairs, or, if I’m headed into the living room, I might peer over the knee wall just to make sure that he’s OK and all is well in the world.
Isn’t it funny? And isn’t it strange? That a six-year-old boy, the youngest child of four sons born to Walt and Leila, could feel so alienated, so different, so dismissed. And although these feelings have never quite left me, it was owning my first book—understanding that somehow my parents knew that I would embrace the story (how well our parents know us, isn’t it true?)—and that, despite everything, solace could be found inside the pages of a modest little book, a book with few words and lots of pictures.
And in the ensuing years, right up to today, when I’m feeling at sixes and sevens, I cast my mind back to I-75, Rock City, the Florida sun, and a little bookstore where I found my very first friend. And his name was Spotty
We are headed to Anna Maria Island, where an elderly couple who are referred to as Unky & Auntie, and of whom my mother always said they were cousins, were actually best friends with my mother’s mother, my beautiful Lebanese grandmother Catherine.
For the past 80 miles or so we’ve seen one sign after another that simply commands us to: “See Rock City.” And, of course, by the time the miles have clicked onto my father’s odometer we find ourselves pulling over, almost against our will, and certainly our better judgment, into the lane that will take us to Rock City.
My father explains that we might as well stretch our legs and take a look at the rocks. It is indeed a fascinating place for a young kid like me—about three square acres inside—it could easily have been an airplane hangar of every kind of crystal, rock, semi-precious stone, precious stones, ingots, and so forth. Rather large burlap bags, about the size of half a loaf of bread, proclaimed that for 50 cents you could get the whole mystery bag and that it was evidently guaranteed to please.
I am six years old. I have two quarters burning a hole in my pocket, and I can’t decide whether I should go for volume, volume, volume and see what’s in the big mystery bag or perhaps a more judicious use of my so-called vacation allowance should be invested in something more certain, more secure, more “rocky.”
I decide on the mystery bag, and 62 years later those stones still sit aligned on the knee wall in my East Coast condominium.
We get back into the Caddy and roll on down south, down through Atlanta, and head to the big sweeping change of highway that will bring us to the Florida panhandle. But there’s one more stop to make, and my father pulls off the highway about 40 minutes past our last stop.
Again I’m asleep in the backseat, but I wake up just in time to hear the Caddy’s tires crunch on crushed coral that serves as the parking lot to, of all things, a bookstore.
I inquire as to what’s going on. For the first time in my life neither one of my parents answers my question. They just get out of the car and walk toward the front door of the bookstore. Not wanting to be left behind, I jump out of the backseat and say, “Hey, wait for me!”
My father keeps on, and my mother turns to her left and slightly slows down, waving her left hand as if to usher me into a brand-new world.
We walk through the store, and I should say at this point in time that by the time I was four years old, I could read. Of course, I didn’t realize how unusual that was. I thought all kids making their way through nursery school and kindergarten could read.
After about 10 minutes, my parents gather around me and usher me toward the back of the store where there is a huge display on a table. Stacks of books compete with a Point of Purchase (POP) display, and for the first time I see the book that was just about to change my life.
For it was there, in that unassuming little bookstore somewhere south of Atlanta and north of the Florida panhandle, that my parents had a plan. And that plan was to put the book Spotty into my hands, up to the cash register, and into the Caddy, where it would keep me company for the rest of the ride to Anna Maria Island. The next week in Florida you would see me on the beach, near the swimming pools, at church on Sunday—and everywhere I went I had the book Spotty tucked under my arm, attached to me as if it were some kind of reference book on how the world should be. Yeah, things start out tough, but keep the faith, get out of your hutch, have an adventure, meet some folks that are different but just like you, and then understand that the folks back home are pretty cool too.
Of course, my six-year-old self did not use these words—words like cool—but my Spotty book, well cared for, well loved, and perhaps a little tattered at the corners, has pride of place on the top of the collection case that graces the stairs down to my basement. Pretty much a day doesn’t go by that, at the very least, I don’t check out my man the rabbit on the way down the stairs, or, if I’m headed into the living room, I might peer over the knee wall just to make sure that he’s OK and all is well in the world.
Isn’t it funny? And isn’t it strange? That a six-year-old boy, the youngest child of four sons born to Walt and Leila, could feel so alienated, so different, so dismissed. And although these feelings have never quite left me, it was owning my first book—understanding that somehow my parents knew that I would embrace the story (how well our parents know us, isn’t it true?)—and that, despite everything, solace could be found inside the pages of a modest little book, a book with few words and lots of pictures.
And in the ensuing years, right up to today, when I’m feeling at sixes and sevens, I cast my mind back to I-75, Rock City, the Florida sun, and a little bookstore where I found my very first friend. And his name was Spotty
October 19, 2020
Pricken är mitt bästa barnboksminne.
Pricken är en barnboksklassiker som funnits som svensk utgåva i 70 år och som älskats av generationer.
Nu finns Pricken i ny och större utgåva, med samma fantastiska innehåll.
Sagan om den lilla kaninen Pricken som ser annorlunda ut en resten av sin familj är en berättelse om samhörighet, utanförskap, vänskap och sökandet efter en egen identitet.
Boken kan med fördel användas i förskolan och skolan i viktiga diskussioner kring alla likas värde och i värdegrundsarbete.
”Mamma Kanin får nio små kaniner. Åtta av dom var vita, men den nionde var alldeles prickig och fick heta Pricken.
Pricken är den enda kaninen i sin familj som har bruna prickar och fick hela tiden höra att han är annorlunda och olik alla andra så han kände sig väldigt ensam och utstött i familjen även om hans mamma älskade honom.
En dag är det morfars födelsedag och familjen ska på kalas, men Pricken får stanna hemma för att inte morfar ska bli upprörd.
Då rymmer Pricken hemifrån och ger sig ut i stora världen. Där möter han Herr Brun, som också är prickig. Herr Brun bjuder hem Pricken till alla sina små prickiga kaninbarn. Där upptäcker Pricken att det är fler än han som ser annorlunda ut och som är olik alla andra kaniner i Herr Brum familj. Hon är alldeles vit.”
Ta del av den enskilda recensionen i länken under där ni även kan ta del av replikerna till ett rollspel baserat på boken Pricken: https://www.gullislastips.se/2020/01/...
Pricken är en barnboksklassiker som funnits som svensk utgåva i 70 år och som älskats av generationer.
Nu finns Pricken i ny och större utgåva, med samma fantastiska innehåll.
Sagan om den lilla kaninen Pricken som ser annorlunda ut en resten av sin familj är en berättelse om samhörighet, utanförskap, vänskap och sökandet efter en egen identitet.
Boken kan med fördel användas i förskolan och skolan i viktiga diskussioner kring alla likas värde och i värdegrundsarbete.
”Mamma Kanin får nio små kaniner. Åtta av dom var vita, men den nionde var alldeles prickig och fick heta Pricken.
Pricken är den enda kaninen i sin familj som har bruna prickar och fick hela tiden höra att han är annorlunda och olik alla andra så han kände sig väldigt ensam och utstött i familjen även om hans mamma älskade honom.
En dag är det morfars födelsedag och familjen ska på kalas, men Pricken får stanna hemma för att inte morfar ska bli upprörd.
Då rymmer Pricken hemifrån och ger sig ut i stora världen. Där möter han Herr Brun, som också är prickig. Herr Brun bjuder hem Pricken till alla sina små prickiga kaninbarn. Där upptäcker Pricken att det är fler än han som ser annorlunda ut och som är olik alla andra kaniner i Herr Brum familj. Hon är alldeles vit.”
Ta del av den enskilda recensionen i länken under där ni även kan ta del av replikerna till ett rollspel baserat på boken Pricken: https://www.gullislastips.se/2020/01/...
February 1, 2020
Whoa. I'm not sure how many people were arguing in 1945 that we're all equally worthwhile, regardless of our outward appearance, but it surely wasn't everyone. This book is not subtle in its messaging, but the text and illustrations are sweet. The only thing that sounds a bit off to me in 2020 is the implication that misunderstandings based on one's looks are caused only by everyone worrying that everyone ELSE will not be able to handle those who look different, and thus preemptively sidelining them. Unfortunately, in 2020, I think we have plenty of evidence that is not the case.
Still, the kids who read this are unlikely to pick up on that detail, and the positive message outweighs the bad here.
Still, the kids who read this are unlikely to pick up on that detail, and the positive message outweighs the bad here.
March 28, 2021
A very ham-fisted book about difference with elements that have NOT aged well (like the repeated story point of not wanting the “different” bunnies to meet their grandparents because the parents are convinced the grandparents inherently won’t like them because of their difference).
No thank you. Don’t need those messages.
No thank you. Don’t need those messages.
March 11, 2020
Poor bunnies get shoved aside because their grandparents might not accept that they are different. I realize it from a different era, and the text is a little long for my 3 year old so I summed up each page to keep the story moving.
September 6, 2025
Great book about toxic family dynamics.
Basically if other family members don’t accept your kids, you should stand up for your kids.
I had to explain it to my kid though because the moral of the story wasn’t very clear.
Basically if other family members don’t accept your kids, you should stand up for your kids.
I had to explain it to my kid though because the moral of the story wasn’t very clear.
April 19, 2019
simple story and colourful illustrations.
May 31, 2020
Min Favoritbok som barn!
Köpte den till min dotter, blev även hennes favoritbok.
Översattes av Astrid Lindgren!
Köpte den till min dotter, blev även hennes favoritbok.
Översattes av Astrid Lindgren!
August 3, 2020
Så fin och nära till hjärtat barnbok. Som förälder ska man inte lyssna på andra om hur olika ens barn är. Det är inte bra för någon. Älskar man sina barn så gör man det, oavsett färg och utseende.
September 22, 2023
Very sad and disturbing - I don’t see how this is a children’s book- oh, right, it was published in 1945
February 20, 2017
The story of inclusion was a little too preachy, even knowing that it was written by a Jewish woman just after WWII.
December 28, 2015
My love of reading started when i was young, and it gives me immense pleasure to provide books to Spread the Word Nevada, an organization that passes them on to children in the community. They are a terrific organization supporting an important cause. If your local I encourage you to check them out. For those living further a field, look in your own community, their may already be a similar program in place. And if not, you can always help start one.
http://spreadthewordnevada.org/
Myself, I go out on the weekends and
shop thrift store and bulk book lots to rescue books and donate them. Sometimes I'll find a book I remember reading when I was young and will read it again before passing it on.
I don't rate these books using my normal scale, instead I give most of them three stars. This isn't a Criticism of the book, simply my way of rating them as good for children.
April 26, 2008
My five year old son didn't like this book at all. He found it boring. We quit on the fourth page.
Update a month later: My son picked this book out at the libary and wanted to read it with me. So I read it all to him and it is a weirrrrrd story. I's about a spotted rabbit whose family is all white. He meets another family of spotted rabbits, and there is one white rabbit among them. I think this book was an early way of dealing with race issues, but I'm not sure. I still give it one star.
Update a month later: My son picked this book out at the libary and wanted to read it with me. So I read it all to him and it is a weirrrrrd story. I's about a spotted rabbit whose family is all white. He meets another family of spotted rabbits, and there is one white rabbit among them. I think this book was an early way of dealing with race issues, but I'm not sure. I still give it one star.
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December 16, 2014This is a powerful children's book about being different. Written my Margret Rey, of Curious George fame. I originally thought it might have been written in the 60's with its strong diversity theme, but found that the copyright was 1945. Margret fled Germany in the 1940's. I'm currently reading an adult fiction book about Germany during the war, and this little book resonates with a ten year old boy in the other book (Skeletons at the Feast)who, even though he is Aryan, is different from his brothers so he is ridiculed and ostracized at school.
Great message!
Great message!
March 4, 2016
Spotty is a bunny with brown spots in a family of pure white bunnies. He questions his belonging when his mother leaves him behind from going to Grandfather's birthday for fear that Grandfather will disapprove of him and his spots. Unsurprisingly, Spotty runs away and finds another family where all the rabbits have spots, while the odd man out is a pure white bunny. There he realizes how their physical differences don't make them so different after all.
Dex (4 yo) really like this book, but it is a tad tedious to read aloud over and over.
Okay illustrations.
Dex (4 yo) really like this book, but it is a tad tedious to read aloud over and over.
Okay illustrations.
November 1, 2015
2.5 stars. This is kind of a strange book. Overall it has a good message, but the bunny parents need to defend their "different" children better. The picture with all of the bunnies sitting around the table has 5 extra bunnies. I'm not sure where they came from.
July 27, 2012
Love the moral, hard for younger kids to sit through the whole book.
March 13, 2013
Thought the book was racist, but it is from 1945, but it does tell everyone to get along
June 14, 2013
Read as a child
April 29, 2014
when rabbit was alone, felt chills.
when rabbit was with rabbits who cared, felt warm
nuff said
when rabbit was with rabbits who cared, felt warm
nuff said
August 13, 2020
Fan, vad jag grät.
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