In the meantime, I finished the decidedly un-children's book Judgment of Paris. I'm not sure I would recommend this if you are not interested in the technical aspects of wine, winemaking, or terroir, but I thought it was fascinating, if somewhat dense in detail. I'm sad to report after reading the book that the movie gets it almost entirely wrong. Really shockingly wrong. (California wines place first in the blind taste test in both cases, but that's about it.) Still love Alan Rickman, though.
I'm currently reading, not a children's book, but the book When I Stop Talking, You'll Know I'm Dead by Jerry Weintraub. Apparently, the Judi Dench book whetted my appetite for name-dropping celebrity memoirs full of chatty anecdotes. Loving it. Here's a teaser:
I told Betty Grable about this years later, that my career was made possible by her belch--I don't think it thrilled her. She smiled and said, "Well, Jerry, I'm glad I could help."
In the "I probably shouldn't..." file, new parents might appreciate this book. (h/t Design Fetish) A sample verse:
The cats nestle close to their kittens now.
The lambs have laid down with the sheep.
You're cozy and warm in your bed, my dear
Please go the fuck to sleep.
Have a great day!