Little Golden Books were everywhere when my children were little. Now, forty years on, they are like hens’ teeth. This, I ended up ordering online along with Grover’s Own Alphabet for my grandson’s Christmas parcel. However, I didn’t hide everything as cleverly as I thought I had, and he stumbled upon my secret stash. I let him keep this out…
He wasn’t too sure about the monster on the first reading. He laughed uproariously at Grover tying and nailing the pages together, then building a brick wall so that the pages couldn’t get turned and bring us any closer to the monster at the end of the book. But when it came to actually turning the last page it was, ‘You do it, Nana. You turn the page.’
Once he saw it was only Grover, he thought it was hilarious and we read The Monster at the End of This Book many times that afternoon. Luke loves this as much as his father and uncle did. And I love reading it. It has so much scope for amateur dramatics.
The Monster at the End of This Book is part of the excellent Sesame Street series.
Five big flashing shooting stars.