by Debbie Ridpath Ohi
Overall: 2.5 out of 5 stars
The whole time I was reading this, it seemed really familiar. I finally realized it was very similar to The Snatchabook by Helen Docherty (copyright 2013; Ohi’s book is copyright 2015). Both feature a protagonist whose books go missing in the night and turn out to be swiped by a critter who doesn’t have anyone to read to him. He learns his lesson, puts the books back, and gets read to from his new friends from then on. Despite the unoriginality, this one’s cute enough that if The Snatchabook is out and you want something similar, this is a good runner-up (FYI: The Snatchabook is in rhyming text; Where Are My Books is not).