Frankie. By Mary Sullivan.
Houghton Mifflin Harcourt. $12.99.
Shell, Beak, Tusk: Shared Traits
and the Wonders of Adaptation. By Bridget Heos. Houghton Mifflin Harcourt.
$16.99.
Frankie is the story of a real dog, more or less: it starts with an
adoption from an animal shelter and is dedicated by Mary Sullivan “to Sue,
Leslie, Cali, and Barkley, for adopting Frankie.” But the story is told with
cartoon drawings and Frankie’s imaginary thoughts as she moves to her new home
and settles in there, not without some difficulty – so it is not 100% real.
Nevertheless, every bit of the story is quite clearly recognizable to anyone
who has ever brought a dog home, in particular anyone who has ever brought a second dog home. It is the first dog,
here named Nico rather than Barkley, who is Frankie’s main problem. Frankie is
an adorable black-and-white bundle of enthusiasm, perhaps a Jack Russell
terrier or JRT mix, with stand-up-straight ears as big as her entire head; Nico
is larger, mostly brown, and with a perpetual scowl. Unfailingly upbeat,
Frankie explores her new home and tries to find things to call her own:
“Frankie’s ball?” she wonders as she looks at a red-and-white polka-dotted
ball, and “Frankie’s bone?” for a teething bone, and so on. But every single
time, Nico shows up, takes the item away, and asserts, “No. Nico’s ball” and
“No. Nico’s bone.” And so on. Frankie becomes increasingly downcast until she
sees yet another possible toy for her; then she is every bit as enthusiastic as
the previous time. But Nico is totally unaccepting of this intruder, yanking a
blanket from under her and flopping on top of her in the dog bed. “Poor
Frankie,” writes Sullivan, showing all the things Frankie wants but cannot
have. “No nothing,” laments Frankie. But then, in all capital letters,
“FRANKIE’S IDEA!” And off streaks Frankie around the house to assemble her own pile of objects: a ball of yarn, a
bone-shaped toilet-tissue roll from the trash, a sock for a rope toy, even a
cardboard box for her very own bed. Frankie and Nico find themselves on
opposite sides of the room, protecting their turf and glaring at each other –
until there comes a cry of “FRANKIE!” and the hyper-happy new dog in the house
goes running toward it. And there stands Frankie’s human companion (only her
legs are visible) with all sorts of non-makeshift things just for Frankie –
everything with a tag reading “Frankie” on it, and everything looking so
desirable that now Nico walks over with a slight smile, gazing at one of the
toys and saying, “Nico’s frog?” And Frankie’s answer? The last page has Nico
playing with the frog and Frankie playing with the red-and-white polka-dotted
ball, each acknowledging the other in a heart-shaped thought balloon. This is
clearly the beginning of a beautiful friendship – and a realistic-yet-amusing
way of showing how dogs adapt to each other. And to top off the story, the back
cover of the book jacket shows the real-life Frankie on whom the book is based
– and notes that, yes, Frankie was fostered by Sullivan, who does indeed have a
dog named Nico. The line between reality and almost-reality gets mighty thin
here.
The animals in Bridget Heos’
Shell, Beak, Tusk are entirely of the
real world, and the photos of them (by a variety of photographers) show their
distinguishing characteristics quite clearly. Certain of those characteristics
are what the book is all about: Heos here discusses convergent evolution, in
which unrelated animals may over time develop very similar characteristics
because they have similar needs regarding food gathering or self-protection.
The result, for example, is that both anteaters and aardvarks have long,
super-sticky tongues that they use to slurp up insects – even though anteaters
live in South America and are related to sloths, while aardvarks live in Africa
and are related to elephants. Some of Heos’ chosen comparisons are unexpected
and fascinating: although readers will not be surprised to learn how strong a
parrot’s beak is, the opposite page surprisingly shows an octopus – which has a
parrot-like beak that is “the only hard part of its body.” Heos explains that
both creatures need the beak to get food: the parrot to crush nuts and seeds,
the octopus to break the shells of crabs and mollusks. Unfortunately, Heos also
here commits one of several narrative missteps when she points out that the
parrot’s bite is “five times stronger than the bite of a deadly python.”
Pythons are not “deadly” in the sense readers would usually expect – they are
non-venomous constrictors – and, in fact, certain pythons are often kept as
pets. The snakes are certainly deadly to the animals they eat, but that is not
the way Heos means this; she could have chosen a better comparison. At another
point, Heos confusingly writes that “the mole cricket got its name because its
forelegs look like a mole’s, which it uses to dig underground just like its
namesake.” To be clearly understandable, that would better have read, “…look
like a mole’s. And like a mole, this cricket uses its forelegs to dig…” But if
Heos’ writing is not always of the best, the book’s topic and the way the
photos show how convergent evolution works in a wide variety of creatures and
circumstances are uniformly intriguing. The book is short and discusses only 10
paired examples, but those are more than engrossing enough to arouse young
readers’ curiosity and inspire them to learn more about convergent evolution
elsewhere.
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