SLEEPOVER LARRY

The Pinkwaters bring back Larry the polar bear, veteran of much foolishness and fan of blueberry muffins and cod pizza. He lives in a hotel bearing his name, run by his human friends the Frobishers, where he serves as the lifeguard and general mischief-maker. In this latest installment, Larry and a number of chums from the zoo manage to have a high old time at their inaugural sleepover, without getting arrested or detonating their usual dose of mayhem. Instead, they act like a bunch of kids; that, of course, is the charm. They order a pizza, watch a scary movie (a documentary starring their Uncle Dave: “Look what Uncle Dave is doing! Look, he’s after the walrus! Run away, walrus! Run away! Oh no!”), fool around outside with flashlights and chatter long into the night. Daniel Pinkwater’s text is perfectly deadpan and Jill Pinkwater’s deeply saturated colors set off perfectly the great white splash of Larry and company. What ought to move readers most—get them up and fancy dancing—is the crazy song that occupies a good slice of the book and to which all engage in a cool jive. Polar bears, you know, love to dance: “Floy doy, floy doy, floy doy.” (Picture book. 3-8)