PRESIDENT PENNYBAKER

“And why not?” readers will ask of young Luke Pennybaker’s run for president on a platform of time-honored plaints: no to homework, no to bedtime, no to everything but dessert, gifts and messy rooms. Luke’s a card-carrying member of the Birthday Party, his eye skinned for unfairness—for kids, admittedly, but by implication (nicely understated by Feiffer and underscored by Goode’s artfully composed, old-timey illustrations) throwing a protective covering over all the people. Not to forget dogs, as his running mate is Lily, his pooch. Ushered into the White House (now the Orange House) upon his landslide victory, Luke soon learns of the endless, pick-nose demands of office. He’s outta there, but not to worry, for Lily is happy to take her bowl into the Oval Office. Breezy and charming and pleasingly subversive, the book burrows right into the heart of the Declaration. This little Jeffersonian is exercising his right to the pursuit of happiness, the noble, embracing aspiration that—unvoiced here, but looming—could well be lost upon over-35-year-olds. (Picture book. 4-8)