Review by Booklist Review
Weasel delivers newspapers on Lilypod Lane, where he knows everything about everyone on his route----except for Roy. Roy has a peculiar house with hedges shaped like fire hydrants and archways made of bones. When Weasel tells his best friend, Pam Pam, that Roy might be a dog, they decide to spy. Roy yips, has floppy ears, and collects bones, but Pam Pam argues that singers yip, archaeologists collect bones, and besides, Roy makes fried eggs. Weasel's detective work pays off, and the end is a double surprise for all the neighbors on Lilypod Lane. The language of this coauthored story is advanced--using ten-dollar words like "indubitably" and casually referring to beef tartare and nasturtiums. This sophistication balances with alliteration ("wilty wisteria" and "disappointing daffodils"), wonderfully named characters (the Lollylumbos, Old Man Earl, and Profiterole Mutt Jones), increasing the charm of the tale. Wonderful mixed media artwork combines watercolor, gouache, collage, digital elements, and--the front matter cheekily notes--fried egg. With its original, quirky cast, this feels a bit like a picture book told by Wes Anderson.
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Review by Publisher's Weekly Review
This whimsical confection plunges into mystery as light-brown-skinned Weasel, a human newsboy on a red bicycle, wonders about a mysterious resident on Lilypod Lane, "where everyone knew everything about everybody." In silhouette, the Lollylumbos watch the morning news each day, Ms. Lilac waters her "wilty wisteria," and "Old man Earl" puts out his milk bottles. But who lives in the house with the fire hydrant hedges and the bone-shaped sign that reads "ROY"? Ornate mixed-media spreads by Shapiro (A Garden of Creatures) linger on the dark curls of Weasel's hair, the curves of flower blossoms, and the forms of the cacti around Lilypod Lane's wood-grained homes. When the child, in detective mode, believes he spots a dog frying an egg, Weasel's friend Pam Pam, a pale-skinned artist in glasses and dramatically coiffed red hair, scornfully dismisses his theory ("Dogs aren't the only ones with big floppy ears. What about the world renowned chef Croque Dogot? Her floppy ears were legendary"). At last, Roy's secret is revealed in this gleeful don't-make-assumptions story from married collaborators Shapiro and Kaufman, which invites readers to view the world with an open mind. Ages 3--7. (Apr.)
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Review by School Library Journal Review
Gr 2--5--This picture book opens with an intriguing whisper: "Weasel lived on Lilypod Lane, where everyone knew everything about everybody." Everyone, that is, but the mysterious, homonymous Roy. Weasel, a curious boy with tan skin and windswept black hair, has a best friend named Pam Pam, who has piles of orange hair, pale skin, and eyeglasses. They both want to get to the bottom of Roy's identity. There are some clues: he has an A-frame abode flanked with hedges in the shape of fire hydrants, ears that flap in the wind, and a keen snout. On the other hand, dapper Roy wears a top hat and can fry an egg. In the end, the question of whether or not Roy is a dog becomes secondary to Roy's concept of himself, a message of acceptance that resonates. Children will come away with the lesson that they may think they know everything there is to know about those around them, but there is always "so much to discover." The illustrations are a riot of rich color and rambling vegetation; combine painting techniques, collage, and digital elements; and have a retro feel that echoes 1970s classics. While the small typeface, length, and advanced vocabulary lean toward an older crowd, there is plenty for younger readers to enjoy. To call this a picture book is to call Roy a dog: it is, but it is not, and readers will be charmed. VERDICT An eccentric conversation about self-identity, recommended for school and public libraries.--Kate Newcombe
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Review by Kirkus Book Review
A young detective gathers evidence that his reclusive neighbor is "withoutadoubtably a dog!" A boy named Weasel is sure he knows everything about the neighbors along his paper route--except for the one who lives at the end of Lilypod Lane. Trench coat--clad Roy can read and cook, but, glimpsed behind a row of bushes shaped like fire hydrants, he has floppy ears and a face with a long muzzle. Could he be a dog? When Roy catches a thrown stick and then a raw steak, Weasel's suspicions are excited. And when Weasel's friend Pam Pam walks by with her cat, Roy's reaction confirms it. OK, admits Roy, "so I'm a DOG! But I'm no less of a person! I read the morning paper. I can fry an egg better than most. I have a driver's license. And I even do my taxes!" Ending his declaration of personhood with a resounding "I am proud!" Roy suggests that there may be more to know about the other residents of Lilypod Lane, and indeed, figures that were silhouetted in the earlier views of the leafy, lushly planted neighborhood do reveal surprises in the fully illuminated final spread for attentive viewers to spot. Beneath a tangle of black hair, Weasel has light-brown skin, while Pam Pam, the only other human in the cast, has red hair and slightly lighter skin. A pointed message about expecting, as well as accepting, differences in others, delivered with a doggy flourish. (Picture book. 6-8) Copyright (c) Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.
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