
It's not the usual bright and colorful tones that you see in most picture books, the colors in this one are subdued. The art is beautiful, albeit a bit of an acquired taste.

I mean, I don't usually read picture books anymore (lmao) but even whilst flipping through this one in the store I knew that I had to make it mine. no one's surprised that I also ended up with a book for myself, right? I picked it up in an English bookshop in Amsterdam whilst I was looking for cute children's books for my nephew. I am actually shook by how much I adore this tale. This picture book is HILARIOUS and a new favorite. I can't wait to hear what everyone thinks and to discuss this book!Ī MILLION STARS. Can you guess? There are actually far less clues to help us infer in This Is Not My Hat. I had to pause on that page again knowing that I was nearing the end and that once I turned the page, I would know what became of the little fish who ventured in there. My all-time favorite page/layout in children's literature is the are the two pages of all seaweed.

Knowing what ensues between the bear and the rabbit (and thanks to Travis at 100 Scope Notes, we actually, truly, really do know!), had me on pins and needles as I read this book. The sense of foreboding and suspense in This Is Not My Hat is remarkable. This book is similar to I Want My Hat Back but unique at the same time. I was entirely the opposite of disappointed. That's exactly how I felt holding This Is Not My Hat in my hands. I felt like a five-year-old on her birthday all over again: that moment when you have waited and waited and mingled with family and posed for pictures and eaten cake and now it's finally the time for you to open your presents.and then you know that it'll be over once you actually rip into the first package so you hesitate. I ran my hand over the cover and took a breath before I actually opened the book. After the countless discussions and debates I have participated in over I Want My Hat Back, I was beyond ecstatic to be holding This Is Not My Hat.

I vividly remember standing at the Candlewick Press booth back in April and finally holding this long-awaited story from Jon Klassen.
