Greg Heffley, star of the Wimpy Kid books, is back in his third outing and he’s brought a super-sized bag full of giggles and belly laughs with him. Just like the previous two books, he’s not taking prisoners. He attacks readers, kids and adults, with commonsensical and unadulterated observations on how the world should work from a kid’s point of view.
Jeff Kinney, the author and illustrator of the series, still hasn’t given up his day job as a computer game designer, despite the fact that all three of his books have ended up on the New York Times bestseller list. I’ve read interviews with him and he talks about how much he loves the job. But thankfully he also enjoys writing about the times and troubles of Greg Heffley.
Much of today’s 9 to 12 year old fiction centers around fantasy and magic. I enjoy a lot of those stories. Most kids do. But the grandest fantasy of all for a kid, and maybe for some of us who’ve never grown up, is our own lives. Kinney really understands that and presents Greg’s story with honesty and a real imagining of the world.
You don’t find magical weapons or quests in the Wimpy Kid books. Well, unless of course Greg happens to be playing a role-playing game with his friends (and sometimes his mom, a story you’ll find in the second book). What you do get is a wonderful look into a kid’s world that young readers will instantly recognize as their own and older readers will remember going through.
The books don’t really have plots. They meander through things and Kinney manages to link threads of stories, making gags play over and over again by raising the stakes or giving them subtle and sneaky twists. Greg’s perception of self and his place in the world is amazingly dead on. Not only that, but the author hangs out his own dirty laundry (literally, when Greg goes to school and a pair of dirty underwear with his name on it falls out of his pants leg because he’s too lazy to do his own laundry) on the pages.
My eleven year old, who discovered the books first, got dibs on reading the book. He was home sick for the day and I took him with me to get my weekly allergy shot. I knew the book was out, had to have it, and picked it up at a local bookstore. I also picked one up for my wife’s coworker’s daughter. I had to share the goodness.
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