picture books

Y3warrior · picture books

i'm looking to buy some new picture books. What do you recommend suitable for y2? Are they any must haves??

fccwidow

The Tin Forest has lovely pictures and an eco theme

tui

Geronimo Stilton books are very popular with our lot.
http://www.childrenssmallanimalbo...yramid-geronimo-stilton-no-2.html

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tui

Nature sTorybooks are fab. They have lots of facts but read like a story.

Walk with a Wolf, The Icebear ,Bats Love the night, Gentle Giant Octopus are all popular. I haven't found a bad one yet.
http://www.caxtonbooks.com/pdfs/nature_storybooks_cd.pdf

Y3warrior

Thanks Tui - I like the idea of the nature storybooks, fatcs reading as a story

thehawk

Little Rabbit Foo Foo (Rosen). The best illustrations in any children's book ever!

magpie nic

Little Rabbit Foo Foo is a favourite in our house!

Anything by Emily Gravett would go down well in Y2. Also Anything by the Ahlbergs. Will keep thinking.

thehawk

The Gruffola, Gruffolos Child

tui

little Rabbit foo foo is fab.

Do you get Grandma McGarvey books by Jenny Hessell? They are great. the author is a high school english teacher in NZ
http://www.wheelers.co.nz/browse/series/87603-grandma-mcgarvey/

Y3warrior

had a quick look TUui and yep amazon have got a couple!

tui

They are written in rhyme and are enjoyed by a range of ages. Worth checking out. I'll type out some of the text if you have to buy on line and want to check.

thehawk

Anthony Browne (he's the new childrens laureatte you know!)

Y3warrior

tui

Grandma McGarvey Paints the Shed by Jenny Hessell

When Grandma McGarvey painted the shed,
she didn’t use ordinary paint.
Instead….

she mixed up a brew in the kitchen sink,
using barbecue sauce and Indian ink.
She threw in a bucket of globulous glue,
and a handful of glitter, all silver and blue.

Then she melted down crayons and mixed them all in
with a dollop of something she found in a tin.
“You have to have just the right colours,” she said,
“before you can paint a shed.”

When Grandma McGarvey painted the shed,
she didn’t use regular brushes,
Instead…

she piled up a stack of assorted things-
straw, some floppy old violin strings,
a feather which Polly had dropped on the floor,
(and some hair that the dog didn’t need any more).

Then she tied it all up in a wiggly bunch
with some strands of spaghetti left over from lunch.
“A sensible brush is important,” she said,
“if you’re going to paint a shed.”

When Grandma McGarvey painted the shed,
she didn’t wear workaday clothes.
Instead….

She dolled herself up in her Sunday best-
a polka dot blouse and a violet vest,
a hand-me-down skirt which didn’t quite fit,
a pair of old socks which smelled just a bit,
boots that she’d bought at the army shop
and a hat with a bunch of bananas on top.
“Appearances are important,” she said,
“when you’re going to paint a shed.”

When Grandma McGarvey painted the shed,
she didn’t make orderly patterns.
Instead…

she began at the bottom with squiggles of blue
that sparkled like waves under glitter and glue.
She added a wobbly wiggle of white,
and a rainbow that didn’t turn out quite right.

Then she covered the corners with dribbly dots,
and noughts and crosses, with splotchetty spots,
(and a strip of silver to cover the streak
where the dog had done something disgraceful that week!)
Then she topped it all off with some musical lines,
and stars, and moons and zodiac signs,
and a brilliant self-portrait in yellow and green
that she put round the back where it wouldn’t be seen.
“It always pays to be modest,” she said,
“when it comes to painting a shed.”

When Grandma McGarvey painted the shed,
she didn’t just paint the walls.
Instead…

she climbed on the roof while clutching the tin
and the lid toppled off with a deafening din,
(and the dog, which was yapping and trying to help,
was hit on the nose and ran off with a yelp).
But the roof was os rusty she started to slide
so she had to stretch out and hold onto the side,
and as she leaned over to grab at the tin
a banana broke loose from her hat and fell in.
“Life is full of surprises,” she said,
“whenever you paint a shed.”

When Grandma McGarvey finished the shed,
she didn’t just pack up her things.
Instead….

she invited the neighbours and half of the street
to a shed-warming party with plenty to eat.
Then Grandma McGarvey explained the designs
and told people’s fortunes with zodiac signs.
They played noughts and crosses and join-up-the-dots,
and got sticky fingers from all the wet spots.
And when it grew dark they pulled out some chairs
and lit up the garden with firework flares,
and the adults all gasped and the children all grinned
(while the dog ran in circles and barked at the wind).
And Grandma McGarvey smiled proudly and said,
“Now that’s what I call a spectacular shed!”