CHRISTOPHER MOUSE

Christopher is a white mouse, born either for the pet shop or the laboratory, so when he’s sold to a pet shop, and then to the ideal boy, he feels fortunate. Had he but known, however, he would not have been so smug, as his boy is soon gulled by a kid hustler, and Christopher is propelled into a series of adventures that include a harrowing escape into the Metropolitan Museum of Art (shades of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler). These travails never seem particularly urgent, however, as Christopher narrates his tale in a sort of sighing, dispassionate voice that never truly engages the reader. That his ending is a happy one comes as no great relief, as the mouse’s formal, stilted voice keeps the reader at arm’s length, despite the little verses the mouse composes to comfort himself. The tepidness of the tale begs comparison to more vigorous mice of yore, and rather than purchasing this offering, libraries will find themselves better served by replacement copies of A Cricket in Times Square. (Fiction. 8-12)