Now I can and do very well understand (and even appreciate) that some (and perhaps even many readers) will likely consider Remy Charlip's and Jerry Joyner's 1976 Boston Globe-Horn Book award-winning and for all intents and purposes wordless picture book Thirteen both very much imaginative and interesting. And indeed, many of the depicted illustrations are certainly evocatively entertaining and visually stunning (even if aesthetically, the colour schemes used are too pastel-coloured and hued for my tastes and that I for one do always tend to prefer stronger lines and considerably less wishy-washiness).
However, and this is a very heavy-duty and weighty conditional, when I have to actually (and with a bit of shyness and a feeling of intellectual inadequacy) ask a local bookseller how I am supposed to read and understand Thirteen and then even after having finally figured out that each of many illustrations presented on the given pages of Thirteen are to be followed by continuing picture sequences on the subsequent spreads (with us actually somehow and supposedly reading thirteen books, or thirteen specific and separate storylines at one time, yikes) I still continue to have more than minor issues with tracking and comprehension, well, that kind of reading has always tended to both majorly frustrate and annoy (read alienate) me, not to mention that I do get very easily distracted and basically have found that Thirteen just gives me a massive headache and makes me feel incapable and stupid, not a particularly positive feeling with which to leave a wordless children's picture book (with which to leave ANY children's book for someone with advanced graduate degrees in literature).
And truth be told, my in many ways completely and one hundred percent negative and frustrated reaction to Thirteen would have most likely been equally and similarly thus as both an adult and a child reader, since being a for the most part rather completely word-and text oriented peruser, book illustrations without words, or rather book illustrations without an adequate and sufficient amount of explanatory textual, written narrative, really have always had the tendency to massively confuse and befuddle me (and the entire set-up of Thirteen, especially with having to so often flip back and forth for the multiple wordless story threads depicted on each of the presented and featured pages, it just really basically and utterly, totally rubs me the wrong way and does make me feel like a pretty much a total reading and viewing failure, although I indeed very much realise and appreciate that others have obviously found Thirteen fun and imaginative, but the concept is simply and totally NOT AT ALL for me, is absolutely not my cup of enjoyment and yes, makes me feel both a bit angry and freezingly cold).