(Also, since my day-job is being an editor at a publishing company, the idea of someone wreaking that much havoc with a red pen is just inherently funny to me.) Chester is constantly arguing with Watt via his red marker – they bicker on the jacket flap copy, Chester edits her author bio, the cat even changes her dedication on the copyright page. The gist is that an author and illustrator named, coincidentally enough, Mélanie Watt is trying – operative word: trying – to draw a picture book about a mouse who lives in a house in the country, BUT a big, ego-driven cat named Chester has swiped a red marker and is editing the story to make himself the star. Chester has a very funny premise, which Mélanie Watt executes exceedingly well.
It’s funny.” And, with an impassioned plea like that, we just had to take it home.Īnd my daughter was right. She plopped it down in front of me and said, “I want this one. On a trip to our local library around two years ago, she emerged from the stacks grasping onto a copy of a picture book called Chester by Mélanie Watt. (I wish that sounded less sinister, but, eh, what are you going to do? Welcome to parenthood.)īut I have to give my daughter credit. I give in to her reading preferences A LOT and I try to listen, but I’m not going to stop fighting the good fight when I’ve spent this many years gently manipulating her for the greater good. So, between these two, the two that YOU picked out, which one are we going to get? Great choices, by the way.”ĭon’t get me wrong. And it was ripped, so we’re not going to buy it. No, forget about that, I think someone else took it.
No, I don’t know what happened to that princess book. “Oh, OK, I guess you’ve got to pick between this Tomie dePaola or this Roald Dahl book… you know, these ones that you picked out.
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