Spring Stinks

December 1, 2020
Ah, spring. It brings out the best in bears--unless the bear's name is Bruce! In this exploration of the character's backstory, the book opens with Bruce as chirpy and full of bonhomie as a pterodactyl on a bad day. Ruth the bunny, however, is beside herself as she revels in the glories of the season. Pilfering Bruce's basket, she insists on rubbing Bruce's unappreciative nose in a cornucopia of scents (er--stinks). Grass? Daisies? Wet moose? " 'Grrrr!' grumbles Bruce." One after another, the fresh and abundant offerings of nature are met with Bruce's ringing approval--well, more like a grudging tolerance--actually, a resounding, "Rrrr!" Wait a minute! Is that honey? Bruce likes honey, doesn't he? But then a bee makes a "beeeeeeeline" straight for Bruce's "beeeeeeehind." He careens tail over teakettle, much to Ruth's delight, down a grassy hill until he lands, honey-smeared, on his banged-up head right in the path of a--skunk! Spring stinks. Higgins' sparse text is humorously juxtaposed with his signature, detail-packed, engaging illustrations. The mouse-sized treehouse and the despondent, dripping moose are especially delightful. Bruce's unibrow is practically a protagonist in and of itself. Ruth's exuberance plays off Bruce's disgruntledness like a sweet pear off gorgonzola. (This book was reviewed digitally with 7-by-14-inch double-page spreads viewed at actual size.) The energy snapping within each action-packed frame adds to the rollicking fun Bruce is definitely not having. (Picture book. 3-7)

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