Bonny Becker is the author of 16 award-winning children’s books, including the best-selling Mouse and Bear picture books. The first in the series, A Visitor for Bear, was a New York Times bestseller, winner of the E.B. White Read Aloud Award and the SCBWI Golden Kite. Among her other books are The Christmas Crocodile with Caldecott-winning illustrator, David Small, her latest Mouse and Bear book, A Christmas for Bear, September 2017 and The Frightful Ride of Michael McMichael, winner of the Parent’s Choice Fun Award. Bonny lives in Seattle with her husband and has two adult daughters.
In my time, I’ve been a boy on a scary bus, a lazy ant, an annoying robot and a little girl with a hungry crocodile on her hands. A little bit of me is in every book I write.
"The Frightful Ride of Michael McMichael" comes from the poems my dad read to us every Sunday night when I was a kid, especially the Robert Service poem, "The Cremation of Sam McGee."
The hungry crocodile in "The Christmas Crocodile" came from the hungry puppy that wriggled into my arms one Christmas morning. And the wacky family in the book? Well, I do have four sisters and one brother.
The grouchy bear in "A Visitor for Bear" was me with a book as a kid. I didn’t want any interruptions! The happy-go-lucky mouse is the friend I would love to have and the me I would love to be.
"The Magical Ms. Plum"" is the teacher I would have loved to have had in the third grade when I dreamed of having magical adventures.
I hope you and your young reader find a little bit of themselves in these books, too!
I hope young readers find their lives richer and warmer not only through the stories but-- especially with my picture books--through sharing time with the adults in their lives. What a wonderful moment reading a book together is!
Have lots of books in your home. And let your kids simply enjoy reading. Let them pick out the books that interest them. Don't worry about reading levels or if the book is a graphic novel or if it's non-fiction or fiction. Give them time to spend with books going at their own pace.
I have two favorite memories. I remember myself curled in the big arm chair in the living room lost in a book, so lost that I didn't notice day had turned to night or that Mom was yelling it was dinner time. And I remember lying on the floor before a crackling fire with everyone in my family around me listening to my father reading to us on a cold winter night.