I’m in love with a vampire; he has a cotton tail. A re-review of Bunnicula, the book that made me smart.
Bunnicula made me smart. Seriously, it did.
Yes, I’m raising serious nature vs. nurture questions here, but the authors Howe & Howe really deserve some credit. They didn’t dumb down their vocabulary to appeal to children, no. They let the big words and the references to classic literary works fly. The authors didn’t say, “Hey, wait a sec here. How are kids supposed to know about Dracula, or Treasure Island, or A Tale of Two Cities?” They said, “Hey, kids probably won’t know about these great books, but maybe after reading Bunnicula, they’ll search them out.”
I really respect that about Bunnicula, and frankly, I don’t even remember the huge words being a problem when I was reading it as a kid. Maybe these things are less of an issue than adults think they are, just saying.
Okay, so the title of the book clearly refers to our friend, Bunnicula, the vampire bunny wabbit. And the narrator is Harold, a mutt who loves to feast on chocolate cupcakes but never succumbs to their poison. Interesting…
Now, who, you ask, who is the star of this tome? Why, Chester, the hair-brained, intellectual pussy cat, of course!
I think I probably wanted to marry Chester when I was a little girl. That’s okay to admit, because children often want to marry parents or cartoon characters. Chester is a perfectly acceptable crush, thank you. (I also crushed major on Disney’s Aladdin, but that’s a story for another day.)
The reasons why Chester is super dreamy abound. He’s intelligent, well-read, persistent, intuitive, funny, and cuddly. If you didn’t know I was talking about a fictional cat just now, you would probably be like, “Oh, sign me up for some of that!” Don’t lie to yourself, admit it!
Sure, Chester isn’t always right about everything. Who is? But it’s fun to watch his misadventures unfold. Flights of fancy are fun, especially when you’re tucked comfortably into your Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles sleeping bag with a flash light. Are you understanding who I was as a child now?
Bunnicula was a great read for boys and girls alike. I should know, because I detested girly gook. I collected bugs and refused to play with dolls. Bunnicula wasn’t a story about a pampered princess; it was a nitty gritty tale of vegetables in peril. I liked that.
Bunnicula was cute while still being terrifyingly ferocious. I’m sorry, Edward Cullen, but I’d take Bunnicula over you ANY DAY!