Tickle Tickle (Single Titles) - Hardcover

Dakari Hru's poetyr has been widely anthologiezed. He died in 1997.

Ken Wilson-Max trained as a graphic designer in Zimbabwe, where he was born. He now lives in London. His many picture books include The Baby Goes Beep.

Publishers Weekly

 
Youngsters may recognize the exuberant words of Tickle Tickle by Dakari Hru ("me papa tickle me feet he call it `finger treat' me scream and run each time he come me papa tickle me feet"), first published in the collection In Daddy's Arms I Am Tall, illus. by Javaka Steptoe (1997). Here, the poem gets a volume of its own, as Ken Wilson-Max's thick, textured brushstrokes wrap baby and family in a warm glow.

 

 
Kirkus Reviews

 
A greatly oversized format hosts powerfully bold, practically life-sized illustrations rendered with thick brush strokes that feature close-ups of this roly-poly toddler and his loving father.  Perfect just for reading, but even more promising for its play-along potential.

 

 
Booklist

 
Wilson-Max uses thickly applied paints in intense colors—lemon yellow, grass green—to attract the attention of little ones, who will respond to the rhythm, beat, and brevity of the text.  Parents reading this aloud probably won’t be able to help themselves from reaching out for a tickle or two.  This will work equally well for toddler storytimes, when sassy rhymes and energetic pictures are called for.

 

 
School Library Journal

 
Vibrant colors, the use of heavy black line, and rounded figures make for an eye-catching book. The rhythm is infectious, the pictures are charming, and the sensation universal. . . . With its focus on the exhilirating and loving bond between father and child, this book will be fun for one-on-one sharing.

 

 
New York Times Book Review

 
How can you resist a book that opens with a two-page, color-splashed illustration of an infant’s twitching feet and an approaching giant hand, accompanied by the words “Me papa tickle me feet/he call it finger treat”?. . . The message is universal: the pure exhuberance coursing through the pages of this charming book is bound to make even the most jaded, bleary eyed parent smile—and more than a few fingers start wandering.