Images and text by Carter.
[Note from Gabrielle: This is the last book review that Carter prepped for us last month. It’s another good one! Future book posts will come from me.]
I love it when a character is so awful and his mischief so outrageous that all you want to do is reach through the pages and knock some sense into him. The redemption in a rapscallion like that brings hope to hooligans everywhere. Bertie is one of those. The entire title of his book is a slice of how awful he is – You’re a Rude Pig, Bertie, by Claudia Boldt. The first time we meet this pig, it’s only his reflection in a mirror. A mirror! Oh, the vanity. It’s delicious and disconcerting for the first page of a story, right? This is no Wilbur. He’s no Babe. And he’s definitely no Mercy Watson.
He’s the worst. His standard greetings are nasty and mean-hearted, and the other animals in town are quite adept at the stink eye. But then he meets Ruby and undergoes a stunning shift of heart, much to the surprise of the stink-eyed crew. Blinded by love and blushing cheeks, Bertie decides to throw a party. Of course! Hurt feelings linger, though, and it will take some real persistence and a splash of empathy for Bertie to right his wrongs. We’ve all been on both sides of words that sting, both collecting and speaking them, and that’s why his story is so wholly satisfying.