It's my bird-day!

Don't let the Pigeon ruin his own special day! Anyone who has ever encountered the title character in any of his books--whether his first,Don't Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus (2003), or one of its many sequels--will understand that the bird's innate self-love drives his every interaction. Little wonder, then, that he's thrilled about his own "bird-day." He has the hat. He has his "FANCY PLUMAGE." And, best of all, he will get to blow out a candle "on my bird-day hot dog!" As he revels in the knowledge that this day is all for him, comeuppance is lurking. Someone has already blown out the bird-day candle--and eaten half the hot dog. It turns out that the Pigeon's frenemy, the Duckling, has the same bird-day--as do a slew of newly hatched chicks. The Pigeon's obligatory eight-panel freakout ensues. "What am I--invisible? I just want to be seen," he whimpers, and when he receives some much-needed reassurance, he settles down and willingly shares his special day. While the switch from unapologetic narcissism to mature acceptance happens in the record-breaking span of two pages, the book is as enchanting as the Pigeon's earlier outings. Even as it walks in the footsteps of its predecessors, there's no denying the fun to be had. Familiarity breeds a birthday for the ages in this party worth attending.(Picture book. 3-6) Copyright (c) Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.