Sometimes, in my travels, I meet some … people … lovely, inspiring, creative, talented, empowering and gross people.
My insanely crazy week, the last three days of which have included the launch for an organisation (Support For Mums), attending and working at an event (Kids Business Blogger’s Brunch) and fulfilling my dream of seeing Aerosmith live concluded today with being present at the launch of a new kid’s book by author, Adam Wallace.
Adam fulfils all the criteria I mentioned above about the people I have met. It was an honour to have been invited along to the launch of this book.
We – as in, my kids – have all of Adam’s books.
I met him at the local craft market (at Flemington race course) and was captivated by the book titled Better Out Than In, which I immediately purchased a copy (or possibly had my friend who attends this market with me purchase it as a gift for Monkey Boy).
Monkey Boy has always read well above his years, and finding appropriate books for him to read was a challenge at the best of times. This first book also came with audio, farts, vomit, snot, ear wax, pimples and more – it was pretty gross. And delighted the likes of my child, and every other child I knew who had read it.
Needless to say, we continued to purchase (or, my friend did, for various of my offspring whom happened to be having birthdays or Christmas coming up).
Including all his “How to Draw” books (like the “How to Draw a Dragon” where Grumpy Pants takes great delight in saying “is that a picture of Mummy?” whenever my kids draw a dragon).
After my children (and maybe one or two others) consumed two thirds of the snacks on hand, well all had a bit of ago at drawing a Balloon Kangaroo (also just released).
I think I did ok for someone who is about as good at drawing as a dead brick is 🙂 I suspect it may have been the exceptional step-by-step instructions the book offers:
Into the line to purchase Better Out Than In Number Twos and watch all the other kids have their photos taken with Adam.
Book purchased and signed and I, too, asked if it was ok for a photo.
“Of course,” says Adam, because he is nice like that.
So I handed the phone to Monkey Boy so he could take said photo, then declined to have one himself, muttering something about “so embarrassing” and “not my mother” … I didn’t quite catch it all.
Upon arrival home, I was completely exhausted after my last few days, so curled up on the couch with the newest Adam Wallace (the book, not the person – I’m not sure his wife would like it) and read it in all its gross glory.
Thankfully, I am more than used to farting, so the levels of fart related grossness in the book was tolerable.
Between the snot, vomit, farts and pimples, I was right at home … in fact, it was a little too much like my home.
It was just as funny as it was gross, and just as appealing to my kids as all of that. They could relate and relate well.
The only thing lacking was talk of ‘penises’ but that probably wasn’t appropriate for this sort of book, nor for the audience in which it was intended.
The audience, I discovered is “primary school aged children” and not, *ahem*, their mothers.
Yeah, my kids loved it, too.
In short, great book for kids, boys and girls, especially because it says “fart” a lot and someone spews on their mum, and kids will be able to connect well with the characters in the story – just as Adam has connected with his inner, gross child and created this good reading.
Adam’s books are available at http://www.adam-wallace-books.com/
(Disclaimer because I have to, even though I hate that I have to – I was not paid to write this review/experience, nor was I paid to attend the Launch of Adam’s book. Adam has not even given me any vodka or a bottle of wine or anything! He does, however, always take the time to chat to me – and all his other customers – when we see him at the Flemington Market. We have paid for each and every book we have of Adam’s – either personally, or the kids have received them as gifts from a friend, whom has also not been paid for this review, she bought them herself. This is my genuine opinion of his books and of his person.)