Review by Publisher's Weekly Review
This piercing account of the pain that results when adults harm those around them shows an abuser entering a child's life as a parent's partner. The titular fairy tale metaphor delivers a clear note of threat: "He didn't need to huff, or puff/ or blow the house down.../ The big bad wolf just walked in the door." In simple, grainy spreads of a white child with straight brown hair and a pink barrette, Dion (The Biggest Puddle in the World) delivers the story's message with restraint, showing the results of violence rather than the acts themselves. A broken plate lies on the floor, its food scattered; the child looks at blue finger marks on their arm ("I had to cover them up with long sleeves, even when it was hot out") and lines their shoes up in a perfect line ("I made myself as quiet as a lamb"). At last, mother and child escape to a shelter, where the protagonist instantly feels safe. The first-person telling's candid descriptions of powerlessness, its emotional ramifications, and the prospect of escape all give language to an experience of abuse and let readers in similar circumstances know that they are not alone. Ages 4--8. (Mar.)
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Review by School Library Journal Review
PreS-Gr 4--In a straightforward manner, a small girl narrates how life changes drastically after the Big Bad Wolf moves into her home. The girl and her mother live together until the mother's boyfriend joins the household. At first, they all seem to get along but for the cold looks he directs at the child. One evening the mother is held up in heavy traffic and the wolf goes into a rage. The wolf, shown as a wolf while mother and daughter are stylized, almost fairy-tale perfect humans, does nothing to help around the house and angers easily, often "howling" at them and throwing his dinner on the floor when it's cold. The girl tries to become invisible when she hears his raised voice but that doesn't work and there are times she has to hide her bruises with long sleeves. He enters her bedroom uninvited but what occurs is left to the imagination: "So I built a fort made of bricks. I put it up around my heart." Life dramatically changes again the day her mother packs a bag and they flee to a shelter. This brave book is not merely bibliotherapy. It's a form of deliverance for those who are young, silenced, or inarticulate, while older children will want to discuss more elaborately the issues it addresses. The art resonates, casting simple shapes to allow the text to bear the weight of what is said, and what is not. VERDICT Children who need this book will understand the subtext, and as no community is safe from domestic abuse, the hopeful message will encourage those experiencing similar situations to talk. For every collection.--Maryann H. Owen, Oak Creek P.L., WI
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Review by Horn Book Review
"He didn't need to huff or puff or blow the house down...The big bad wolf just walked in the door." With this chilling opening, a young girl describes the abuse she and her mother suffer at the hands of her mother's new partner. Pictured as a fairy-tale "big bad wolf" who stands on two feet and casts a menacing shadow, the abuser berates the mother when she is late, leaves bruises on the narrator's arm that she must hide with long sleeves, and enters the child's bedroom without her permission. "He paid no attention to a barrier made of wood." So the girl "built a fort made of bricks. I put it up around my heart," and she protects herself thus until the day she and her mother escape to a shelter for abused women and children. There, "the big bad wolf can huff and puff all he wants. This house will not fall down." The familiar folkloric language and motifs work brilliantly to describe a terrifying, but ultimately hopeful, story of domestic violence. The illustrations effectively convey a child's point of view. The wolf, for example, takes up more visual space than either the child or her mother. When the wolf is "spitting mad" and yelling at the child's mother, his large dark shape curves and looms over her, blocking any escape. Still, as difficult as the content is, a gentle palette of cream and yellow, with accents of red, gives the reader some respite and foreshadows the hopeful ending. A skillfully crafted, emotionally honest treatment of a very challenging subject. Maeve Visser Knoth July/August 2021 p.76(c) Copyright 2021. The Horn Book, Inc., a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.
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Review by Kirkus Book Review
A fable-like telling of domestic violence. The story starts abruptly. "He didn't need to huff, or puff or blow the house down"; a tall, brown, bipedal wolf strides into the home of a White, blond woman and her dark-haired White child. While "he batted his eyelashes and purred like a pussycat in front of my mother," in the next spread he's glancing back at the narrator "with cold eyes and sharp teeth." The abuse escalates from shouting at the mother when she's late through throwing a plate to leaving "finger marks on my arm." Artfully harking back to an old tale, the child frets that "the blankets jumbled up around my head did not protect me any more than a pile of straw," and the bedroom door, "a barrier made of wood," was no protection; the only recourse is to build "a fort made of bricks" and "put it up around my heart." This story is intense but it is never gratuitous, and before long the mother gets them to a safe house. Some might worry about frightening children with an honest depiction of abuse, but, as the narrator acknowledges, this is only slightly darker than many fairy tales. More importantly, it provides some readers with a much-needed recognition of their experiences while for others it is an age-appropriate introduction to a crucial subject. Masterfully done. (Picture book. 5-8) Copyright (c) Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.
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