Nothing against Tony Ross, but for some reasons the books with his illustrations are the ones I absolute hate/dislike. It is not the art that is bad, I actually quite like his art, but the stories are horrible. They often have terrible, disgusting characters (or side-characters), and often the stories are way over-the-top and way too weird.
You don’t expect your life to change because of a toothbrush.
But that’s really how my summer of lost and found started, with one missing object.
My mom had let me stay up late watching TV. My dad was out at a book signing – or so I thought. After a rerun of a detective show started, I shuffled into the bathroom to brush my teeth. But when I pulled open the medicine cabinet, my hand reached toward only two toothbrushes in the three-shaped holder. The third, my dad’s, was missing. I checked to see if it had fallen behind the sink, but it wasn’t anywhere. It was gone on purpose.
Wasn’t it late for my dad to not be home?
And who brings a toothbrush to a bookstore?
When I heard about this book I just knew I had to get it. And so I did, it took me a bit longer to finally read it (so much other books I want to read). Wow, this was just a stunning, gorgeous book.