THE GOODS: MONSTER MONTH: A COUNTDOWN TO HALLOWEEN (Day 19)

(Frankenstein's Monster is a Foodie?)

Well it’s much later than I usually post these Monster-Month blogs, but I had a snag last night and could not complete the task. And so, let us look instead to the future. More specifically to the children who will carry the torch (pardon the pun) for Frankenstein’s creation for the forseeable future.

Adam Rex created a couple of really neat books featuring our fair Frankenstein Monster and they are for kids, though I’m of the opinion that they’re good for all ages. The focus isn’t completely on the creature, but on many of the monsters who are out there making meals every day trying to feed themselves and their families.

FRANKENSTEIN MAKES A SANDWICH and FRANKENSTEIN TAKES THE CAKE are the two titles in question and I wish I had my copies of these two books available, but I can’t seem to find them at the moment. But as you can see from the art and bit of poetry in the images around, it’s fun stuff.

(Click to Frankensize)

from the KIRKUS REVIEW:

FRANKENSTEIN MAKES A SANDWICH (reviewed on August 1, 2006)

Readers will relish every gross and hilarious entry in this monstrous menu of misadventures, from the towering appetizer concocted by Frankenstein—a green-skinned Fred Gwynne in Rex’s detail-rich, superbly over-the-top illustrations—to the Japanese-inflected closer, “Godzilla Pooped on my Honda.” Interlaced with repeated appearances from an increasingly frantic Phantom of the Opera (who can’t get a succession of pop tunes out of his head), the verses and accompanying art go from suggesting unfortunate results when “The Invisible Man Gets A Haircut,” to making lurid allusions to the contents of “The Lunchsack of Notre Dame.” They range from why “The Yeti Doesn’t Appreciate Being Called Bigfoot,” to tracking the Mummy’s reluctance to bed down: “Here’s his new excuse: / He wants cookies with his juice. / But he won’t get far— / that’s his stomach in that jar.” Making Judy Sierra’s Monster Goose (2001), illustrated by Jack E. Davis, look like an exercise in restraint, here’s a read-aloud candidate sure to elicit loud screams—but not of fright. (Poetry. Ages 6-10)