A Robber! A Robber! by Franz Brandenberg
My rating: 3/5 cats
last week, in one of my white-glove domestic whirlwind moods, i found this book in sean of the house’s closet. i’d never heard of it before, so i figured i’d give it a browse to see why it got to be one of the four books sean owns.
and imagine my horror
a robber a robber, indeed!
not only did he take this book out of the school library 25 years ago and never return it; not only was he was the only one to EVER check it out, depriving all his peers the pleasures of reading, but he doesn’t even know that his first name begins with an “s.”
these are all terrible discoveries to make after 16 years of cohabitation.
review to come, after i make a citizen’s arrest and go on a ride-along to bookjail.
SO! to punish this theef for his book-abduction, i made him sit down and think about what he’d done and write down his reflections before i allowed him any (very lopsided) birthday cake.
here are his reflections:
In the 2nd grade, when I was 7 years old, I read Franz Brandenberg’s A Robber! A Robber!. Upon completion, I asked the question, “What is a trundle bed?” Because I had no answer to that question, I kept A Robber! A Robber! for 37 years. Upon revisiting this work on my 44th birthday, I found myself challenged in ways I could not have anticipated. I was different, thus A Robber! A Robber! was different. I was not different. Not in the least. What is a trundle bed?
i have since learned that the name of his school was “holy child jesus,” so i’m pretty sure he will be forgiven for this transgression.
also, i told him what a trundle bed was, using an example that’s technically inaccurate, but the point was made.
and now he can return this book.
here are some pictures from the book because they are cute.
