All about Dinosaurs

I give All about Dinosaurs 5 stars. It was that good. I love that it tot me abouut dinosors.The end! Not! I also like the types of dinesaurs eggs.

Now, I owned this book as a child and though I must have read it something lik 30,000 times and I didn't learn one single dinosaur name. I was fascinated however, by the weird watercolor pictures of the dinosaurs: the way their heads looked so old, their ponderous feet, topogrphical knees, and the fact that their jaws didn't seem to connect quite right with their skulls. They had funny bug eyes. Oh, and there's this one picture where they have this ghostly dinosaur in front of a white picket fence house with Mom and Dad and Sally and Jeffy and little cocker spaniel in the yard. You can see all of them (house, family and dog) through the blue green shadow of the dinosaur. The dinosaur had it's head turned toward the reader with a sort of imploring look on it's face. The purpose, of course, was to show the size, compared to you and your house, of whichever giant herbivore that was. The effect on me was slightly different though. It gave me this sense of extreme unease, like there were sad dead invisible giants everywhere. Maybe even that I WAS a sad dead invisible giant. It was weird. Any, the only reason I remembered this cool but slightly disturbing chidhood favorite was that not long ago, I was reading Denis Johnson's novel about post-nuclear holocaustal Florida, Fiskadoro. Scattered about on what I take to be the Florida Keys are various groups of individuals operating by seperate systems of organization; all weird combinations of "modern" and "primative" cultures. Anyway, there is this loosely affilliated group of intellectuals that travel by boat to meet together in this mouldering grade school covered in rubble and moss to try and reassemble what they can of the knowledge of the lost world. At one point, everyone is fanatically excited because someone has found a book. They all get together to read the book. The book is All About Dinosaurs. Kinda makes my skin crawl just thinking about it.