BLUEBERRY CAKE

Step aside, Sal. There’s a new blueberry lover in town.

A hopeful bear cub sidles up to the grown-up of the house to ask, “Blueberry cake?” A red bucket is produced with the one-word instruction “Blueberries,” and off the cub skips to collect the delicious fruit. At first all goes well. A massive field filled with blueberry bushes extends as far as the eye can see. But little bears have little attention spans, and next thing you know the cub has come home, not with a bucket full of blueberries but with a bucket full of flowers. “No blueberries,” the cub admits. “No blueberry cake” is the straightforward reply. Can the little bear make amends the next day? Yes! The cake is baked and devoured, and then the little bear utters a single word: “Applesauce?” Tapping into the enthusiasm of small children and infused with a laconic humor, this book is bound to prove a rollicking read-aloud for all that it has a minimal text that mostly consists of repetition of the critical words: blueberry cake and blueberries. Ripe and ripening blueberries abound on the page, meticulously rendered in exquisite detail. Such details extend to other elements of the bucolic setting, such as the black-eyed Susans, Queen Anne’s lace, and even a passing monarch butterfly. A note from the author and a recipe for blueberry cake round out this deeply satisfying story. (This book was reviewed digitally.)

A thoroughly delicious (and practically wordless) charmer.