Oh my dear lord. This is a great book. It’s just…It’s visually beautiful, dynamic, entertaining. The content is humorous, and relatable…normal and magical.
Ravi is used to being small…even smaller than the family dog, Biscuits. He’s fine with it, in fact: “Most of the time being the smallest was great…” “…but sometimes, just sometimes, it wasn’t.” This is the day being the smallest contributes to a series of frustrations for Ravi. He’s last in the race with the siblings more than once. He had to squeeze into a middle seat, objects were too high, too far apart, and the BIG slide too big a ride for such a small boy…
You’ll watch as Ravi’s cheeks begin to redden, then his face and ears. The transformation of his rage is marvelous, especially when Percival transforms him into a tiger. He’s ridiculously cute and terrifying. And then you turn the page to witness an incredible double-spread illustration as Ravi “ROARED!” The scale, the energy, the posture and font. !! You can understand why, in the pages that follow, everyone acquiesces to Ravi’s rage as he makes demands that “Nobody dared to say NO…” to.
And then a realization is made: “he found that nobody wanted to play with him.” Sadness begins to crowd out the angry. It’s a wonderful moment as he sits in his tiger body and red halo of angry energy on a park bench to the right and we see his family running toward him from the left, their expressions concerned. They are eager to help, to ease the tension. They are ready to accept an apology and praise him for it. And he returns to being a boy.
The setting for this story is worth noting. Percival doesn’t set this story at a school or among playmates. He’s out with his family, a dad, three older siblings and their dog. They are the company he enjoys being smallest in, and the ones that stick with him when he isn’t okay being the smallest amongst. They are a safe place. Their presence/setting adds a layer of tension. They obviously care about him (illustrated with expressions of affection) so when he turns Tiger, his transformation seems even more blown out of proportion…and hurtful. He ends up upsetting vendors and kids on a soccer field, but they are peripheral and are less invested. The kids that don’t want to play with him, just don’t. Family can and will be the most affected; which also makes their return to want to be with Ravi all the sweeter.
And they are quick with their acceptance. They could and would understand. As Percival writes in a letter to the “Dear Reader” at the close: Everybody gets mad sometimes, for a lot of different reasons—and that’s okay.” He continues to empathize and offer tools, questions to ask yourself whenever you’re mad. I love that he takes the tactic that anger isn’t just about the harm it can do to others or your relationships with other, but how getting “TOO angry” does not feel good. We remember that in the story, there at the end, Ravi tells his family that “everything felt better” now that he was less angry. The anger was too much for him, too.
I also appreciate that Percival doesn’t leave the story with just one example of anger; how he differentiates the “TOO angry” with a healthy dose, with “a bit of a growl” when kids are doing something mean. His growl is an action that elicits correction, contriteness in the wrong-doer.
One more thing. It has to do with how Percival tints the scenery. The subtle but focused color draws the eye as the edges (though characters and activity takes place in those areas) are washed in gray. When Ravi is raging, he is the color on the page, that red, those frenetic lines and stars—that makes sense. I just find it intriguing…especially when we arrive at the scene where Ravi is feeling regret. He is a part of the grayed out section of the spread, his family in background is running through a green and blue landscape. It could just be a decision of aesthetics, I know I enjoy when Isabelle Arsenault employs it, but I’m curious.
Okay, one more thing. Percival is able to tackle the darker points with sweetness and light, but he diffuses the tension even earlier, cause we can all guess this is a book that is going to have a message about feelings. The dog farting is a stroke of genius…and the comedic timing: Then Biscuits made a bad smell.
I highly recommend this one to own—no anger issues required. Percival is excellent in words and pictures, appealing, delightful, and sincere. Readers and listeners will be ready for that letter at the close, its encouragement and resources. He’ll be a great help to many—Ravi and Tom Percival and all the friends Percival has lined up for us to meet. I look forward to them all.