The suspense in this book was there from the start. A bus of tourists heading to see some attraction are driving down the road only to find that the bridge...is UP! The bus has nowhere to go. The driver and the passengers must wait for the bridge to go back down. Will it descend or is it a trap? Are these just tourists mere lambs waiting to be slaughtered?
A car. A motorcycle. A man on a bicycle. A truck. So many others head down this lonely country road only to find that the bridge...is UP! The car can't go. The bus can't go. The bicycle surely can't go. No. They cannot go. The bridge...is UP. I read this book waiting for someone to snap. After all, people have places to be. Some of the animals waiting for the bridge do NOT seem like they are happy campers at all. Heck, some of those in the back of the line have their view blocked. They might not even realize why the traffic is not moving. They might not know that the bridge...is UP!
No one can go. NO ONE! This is building for what has to be an awesome climax...
I kept waiting for action during this whole book. Does someone eventually go to see what is happening? Is the bridge malfunctioning? Are there any fears that one of the animals will turn on the others? Do any of these characters even talk to each other?
Alas, no. No, they don't. The bridge eventually descends and everyone just drives away.
And now you just read to your child a book that is literally about waiting. That's it--just waiting. It does depict different modes of transport, so that is okay I guess, but it had the potential. Some of the pictures are cute, but there is no real lesson here or even a plot. The only redeeming quality is the song-like refrain.
My kid thought it was okay, but she asked me questions about what they were doing, why they were sitting there, etc. There is no answer other than, "Well, everyone has to wait."
"Daddy, you are just reading what the book says!"
"Yep. Okay, you want to talk physics or something? The bridge is up and they can't get over."
I'm glad we got it from the library. We always read books at least twice, even terrible books. As I was reading it the second time, I kept thinking, "Boy, I hope this book is over soon. I will just have to wait."