With its expressive cartoon dinosaurs, this lift-the-flap poetry book (following Gnash, Gnaw, Dinosaur!
) emphasizes fun over science. The rhymes have plenty of bounce, though they can feel forced. A Stegosaurus
with hot-pink spines boasts, “I am stegosaurus. Steadily I go,/ searching for the place where the best plants grow./ My nut-size brain in my tiny little head/ somehow finds a way to get my heavy body fed.” A large flap reveals him swiping his spiked tail at three taunting dinos. Readers will likely overlook the occasional awkwardness of the text given the zippy illustrations and interactive format. Ages 3–6. (Apr.)
