Normally, I make it a rule to stay away from recommending “classic” children’s books. People don’t need help picking them out, people don’t need more copies of them as gifts (I can promise you, pretty much every other person looking to buy a book as a baby shower gift will make a beeline straight for Goodnight Moon), and those books already have plenty of attention.
The Lorax is my one and only exception to this rule, because I think that every kid should have a copy. And if they end up with five, well, they can just regift them to the adults they know, because all adults could use a copy too.
Chances are, if you’re interested in kids’ books enough to be here reading a blog post about them, you’re probably well-acquainted with The Lorax already. You don’t need a full-on review.
So, then, I will leave you with a single sentence instead:
A Lewis Carrollian surrealist adventure about not being an asshole, and/or the 1970s presented in picture book form.
There. That’s really all you need to know.
And the book itself focuses on one of the most important things you need to learn in life: Seriously, don’t be an asshole. And yes, being an asshole most definitely includes wrecking the planet, so don’t.
You’re never too young (or too old!) to start caring. Everyone can make a difference.
And everyone should try.