Age Group: 3-7
What to wear? What to choose?
Pick a pair of rainbow shoes.
Or purple pants from aunts in France
that make you want to strut and prance.
Pink pj’s for pirate naps
with pockets to hide treasure maps.
Red rubber boots, the robot kind.
All these and more are clothes you’ll find
in this colour-full book of wearable rhymes.
2013 BC Book Prizes Nominee
“Bouncy verse and clever illustrations help teach kids colors…an ideal mix. . . . Stone and Czernecki’s text and illustrations are in perfect harmony. Consistently surprising and equally delightful.” – Kirkus (Starred Review)
“The strong rhythms of the poems lent themselves to reading aloud, and … Stone’s poems are peppy; of this there can be no doubt. … [Rainbow Shoes] shamelessly embraces the style of fashion magazines and the world of design and shoe obsession, becoming, in the words of one of the judges, a delicious, consum able first fashion book.” — Michael Joseph, Donelle Ruwe, and Craig Svinkin, The Lion and the Unicorn (September 2013)
“In Rainbow Shoes, B.C. poet Tiffany Stone plays with two surefire preschool concepts: clothes and rainbow colours. One can imagine the ‘Purple Pants Poem,’ with its spot-on rhythm and implied invitation to shake your booty, becoming a regular accompaniment to getting dressed: ‘My pants, my pants, / my purple pants! / Put one leg on – / I do a dance. / The other – / see me strut and prance, / so fancy / in my purple pants.’
Line arrangement, punctuation, and some nice typographical flourishes provide helpful read-aloud cues, and Stone is adept at surprise endings. In ‘Orange Socks,’ we don’t realize until the final stanza that the ‘speaker’ is a clothes dryer, though Stefan Czernecki’s illustrations – graphically pleasing in colouring- book style – have given us a strong hint.
Readers can learn colours from this collection, but more enticing is the chance to encounter six new words for blue or to discover that Dad can talk like a pirate: ‘What do pirates wear at night? / Pink pajamas. Arrr, that’s right! / Perfect for a pillow fight.’” – Quill & Quire