by Mordecai Richler
This was a charming, funny story about being little and still being able to do important stuff.
"Most days Jacob Two-Two was happy, but other days, bad days, he was very sad. On bad days, he saw that all the other children in the house were taller and much more capable than he was. His two older brothers, and even his two older sisters, could ride two-wheel bicycles, dial a telephone number, whistle, do joined-up writing, play checkers, and catch a ball." (p.1-2)The same style of writing--short declarative sentences with a bit of a perspective twist when you aren't expecting it--that I like in Richler's novels was present here. There was also a wry observation to Jacob's view of the world that reminded me of The Phantom Tollbooth.
This book counts toward the Canadian Book challenge.