The death bell rings.
Everyone knows what
the death bell brings . . .
It’s time for class. You’re in the place
where goblins wail and zombies drool.
Welcome, you’re just in time.
Monster School is in session — come right in and meet the gang!
These just might be the scariest, spookiest students ever — a class where nobody blinks twice about the odd hairy eyeball on the floor or having a teacher who’s a screaming banshee.
Strangely enough, when you read about them, these spirited scholars seem to feel freakishly familiar. 🙂
In her newest children’s book Monster School (Chronicle Books, 2018), poetry wizard Kate Coombs has conjured up 18 fangtastic poems just perfect for some Halloweenish fun. Illustrated by Georgia cartoonist Lee Gatlin (who professes to love drawing monsters most of all), this cauldron of creepiness will cast you under its spell and tickle your skeletal funny bone.
Written in a variety of poetic forms, the mostly rhyming poems introduce us to some very interesting pupils, two weird teachers, and one voracious class pet.
Take “Fernanda Kabul” (please) — she has a way of instilling dread at the mere mention of her name. Part brat, part bully, and a vengeful liar, this “terrible, heartless” dressed-all-in-black “princess of hex” thrives on terrorizing her classmates:
One time Josh was laughing at something I said
and she thought he was laughing at her.
By the time she was finished he wasn’t a kid:
He was three inches long. He was covered with fur.
Or what about the girl who has snakes for hair — venomous ones at that? No curling irons when styling, only gentle strokes to train them lest you turn to stone. And I do like the friendly girl from “Monster Mash” (complete with claws and floating purple hair), who boasts a multicultural lineage that includes trolls, boggarts, witches, giants, and elves.
Readers will enjoy seeing parts of themselves or recognizing kids they know in the featured personality types: the lonely gargoyle who feels misunderstood, the proud and regal mummy who daydreams about doing ordinary things, the computer wiz who’s stumped by word problems, or the poor ghost girl who can’t seem to scare anyone.
Odd though the students may be, school is still school: even monsters grumble about homework (if you’re a vampire, why worry about a deadline?). And of course one can always chew the fat about cafeteria food, or delight in a quick game of “Graveyard Ball” (with tombstones as bases and the grim reaper as coach).
One can tell debut artist Lee Gatlin had a ball drawing all the weirdos in the poems (his bulging eyeballs are a standout). Kids will enjoy poring over the peculiar, eerie details in every spread, from wispy, floating ghosts to slithering snakes to detached zombie body parts. Throughout, his evocative scenes effectively capture the dark, “creatures of the night” atmosphere of the book, making readers wish that for just one evening, they, too, could attend this school to cavort with a monster or two.
And who do the monsters think is the oddest one of all? A “New Kid” who calls himself “Mr. Ordinary.” No pointy horns, sharp fangs, or weird protrusions — just a kid who wears t-shirts and jeans, plays baseball and earns average grades. But just wait till the moon is full . . . 🙂
And now, class, take your seats and pay attention to the following poems. Toadstool buns or french-fried brains, anyone?
STEVIE THE LOSER
Stevie always loses things.
Today he lost his arm.
He lost his mittens yesterday
and his anti-lose-things charm.
Stevie lost his kneecap.
Stevie lost his nose.
He lost his homework, lost his snack,
and now he’s lost his toes.
“Come on,” calls Mrs. Appleby.
“Everyone help look!”
Now Stevie’s lost an eyeball
and his backpack and a book.
The backpack’s in the corner.
The book’s beneath a desk.
We find the homework and the toes
but give up on the rest.
Everything tastes pretty good:
cricket quiche and french-fried brain,
old shoe stew and ankle cake,
spider biscuits, auk chow mein.
Monday’s always frog surprise.
Tuesday’s dragon wings on toast.
Wednesday’s alligator soup —
but we like Friday food the most.
Thursday we eat toadstool buns
or cookies made from glue.
But Friday’s what we’re waiting for —
we’ll save a slice for you.
can’t wait till Friday night —
come eat with us
I can roll it, I can thump it.
I can bop it, I can bump it.
Highin’, lowin’ like a basketball
that’s goin’ for the swish,
my astoundin’ round container
holdin’ lots of thoughtful squish.
Think it’s funny? Think again —
I can wow you with my dread.
Bam! Zam! Kapowie!
Beware my pumpkin head!
written by Kate Coombs
illustrated by Lee Gatlin
published by Chronicle Books, August 2018
Poetry for Children 8+, 40 pp.
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