Monsters are a big deal right now.
There all over the place. In movies and on television.
Try as you might, you can’t escape them.
Which might not be a problem if like me, your kids (or your husband) are into all things that go bump in the night.
But if you have monster fans that are a little too young for the teen melodrama of Twilight saga, or for the extremely terrifying Walking Dead series, there is an alternative.
Welcome to the world of Horrid Henry. No, he’s no monster. He’s just a mischievous boy with a knack for causing hilarious hijinks.
And sometimes those misadventures involve monsters.
I recently received a copy of the latest installment in the Horrid Harry books for review, and at first my oldest was a bit apprehensive when I suggested it as a bedtime story. This is because even though he likes monsters, he still gets freaked out over the scary stuff. However, much to my son’s delight, the monsters in this book aren’t scary. Just funny. My husband read him one of the four different short stories in the book each night this past week, and often I could hear them giggling together at the silly antics of Horrid Henry.
From tormenting his annoying younger brother to waging his own personal war against sauce made from vegetables, Horrid Henry is a wickedly wonderful delight for children everywhere.
My son (and my husband) included.