Pearl however pulled out a simple pink hoodie and some shorts. Most of them were Marinas, being much more comfy and high end stuff from top of the line brands, only the best for her. “Huh? Dang girl! I didn’t know you were that tired!” Pearl exclaimed surprisingly not stirring awake the octoling.Ĭhoosing to ignore it, Pearl strolled over to the closet and opened it beginning to dig around through the hundreds of different outfits hanging on clothes racks. After shutting the door she stopped herself seeing that Marina was still fast asleep. Walking out of the bathroom feeling much more refreshed after a nice hot shower, Pearl reentered the bedroom wrapped in a towel. Strolling past a stray bra laying on the floor from last nights events, Pearl made her way to the bathroom to get herself ready for the day. She probably needed the rest if the events of last night tired her out that much to the point she’d ignore her daily routine. Pearl decided to let her sleep, besides they didn’t have anywhere to be until twelve.

“Dang still asleep? You must be exhausted from last night.” Pearl said mostly to herself as she walked up to her girlfriend and poked her cheek laughing when her lovers face scrunched up a bit before returning to normal. It was a rare sight, taking into consideration Marina would always get up before her, usually around seven. Pearl looked over at her sleeping girlfriend, still softly breathing in and out rather than up running around and getting prepared for the day. She usually didn’t wake up early, always eager to sleep in given the chance until Marina ran in the room screaming about how their gonna be late for the news.

Further detracting from the story, the text becomes ever denser and more complex over the book’s short span.Pearl grumbled as she slipped on a shirt, specifically the one she had worn last night. Instead of directly linking her behavior to understandable reactions of children to newness, the text undermines itself by making Lucy’s parents’ sweet reassurances impotent and using the grandmother’s scientific explanation of moonlight as an unnecessary metaphor. Lucy’s excitement about finally joining the other bugs turns to “sobbing” two nights in a row. Similarly, the text moves from a lulling, magical cadence to a distinct shift in mood as the bugs ready themselves for their foray into the night: “They wave their bottoms in the air, wiggle their feelers, take a deep, deep breath, and sing, ‘Here we go, it’s time to glow!’ ” It’s an acceptable change, but more unevenness follows. The first six pages pull readers into a lush, beautiful world of nighttime: “When the sun has set, silence falls over the Big Forest, and all of the nighttime animals wake up.” Mixed media provide an enchanting forest background, with stylized flora and fauna eventually illuminated by a large, benign moon, because the night “doesn’t like to catch them by surprise.” Turning the page catches readers by surprise, though: the family of fireflies is decidedly comical and silly-looking. Lucy, “the youngest member of a family of fireflies,” must overcome an irrational, moon-induced anxiety in order to leave her family tree trunk and glow. Not particularly persuasive, but this might coax a few young porkers to get their trotters into the tub. Moreover, younger audiences (any audiences, come to that) may wonder what the piggy’s watery closing “EUREKA!!!” is all about too. The language isn’t quite as basic, though, and as it rendered entirely in dialogue-Mother Pig’s lines are italicized-adult readers will have to work hard at their vocal characterizations for it to make any sense.

Chunky figures surrounded by lots of bright white space in Segal’s minimally detailed watercolors keep the visuals as simple as the plotline. It’s hard to poop and pee in zero gravity too!” And so on, until Mom’s enticing promise of treasure in the deep sea persuades her little Treasure Hunter to take a dive. I’m an astronaut, okay?” “ Well, it is hard to bathe in zero gravity. Using a strategy that would probably be a nonstarter in real life, the mother deflects her stubborn offspring’s string of bath-free occupational conceits with appeals to reason: “Pirates NEVER EVER take baths!” “ Pirates don’t get seasick either. Echoes of Runaway Bunny color this exchange between a bath-averse piglet and his patient mother.

Wake up you sleepyhead