This poetry mixes childhood emotions with a generous portion of imagination to make a quirky, sweet collection that has the flavor of Robert Louis Stevenson, Lewis Carroll, and Shel Silverstein.
This collection of nonsense poems, all featuring different girls named Emily, reminds me of Roald Dahl and Ogden Nash. I wonder if adults will appreciate these poems more than kids.
We took this out from the library about two weeks ago or so. I knew it was poetry (something neither of us is real into) because the library was really pushing poetry hard. (National Poetry Month?) I figured we'd give it a shot because there are some types of poems that we've liked in the past even though they're few and far between. This, uh, doesn't include any of the types we like. At all. These suck. This is the type of book that convinces me that anyone can write and publish a book. Even my Lab. I think this author - along with others in this and other genres - sees something work for someone else and instead of trying to go about it with any sort of quality they just produce whatever comes to mind. Maybe along the thinking line of, "Hey, if no one understands it that doesn't mean I've done a poor job. They'll just think I'm smarter than they are!" Well, I'm smarter than Rockwell because he couldn't see that these poems suck and I could.
As a fan of Thomas Rockwell's HOW TO EAT FRIED WORMS I quickly requested the other books that were available by him to read too. I was not pleased with EMILY STEW... as a matter of fact it disappointed. This felt like an attempt to be Shel Silverstein or Jack Pretlutsky instead of an honest endeavor in creativity.