I have been reading Jeff Smith’s BONE with my daughter.
She’s five; the subtle interplays of word and image are wasted on her. The dramatic contrast of black and white — especially across tense, multi-page sequences — goes completely over her head.
But she likes that I do the voices. The rat creatures all sound like Peter Lorre, which makes their squabbling about quiche all the more amusing… to me, at least.
“I waaant to eeeat the leeetle one in a keeeesh.”
