Arthur and the Curiosity by Lucinda Gifford
Published by The Five Mile Press
Something curious is going on at the museum…
Arthur and his friends are on a class visit to the local museum. While his friends dash about, Arthur takes time to inspect all the interesting things around him. One of those interesting things is a glass case housing a strange looking creature known as The Curiosity.
As Arthur continues his visit to the Museum, the reader catches glimpses of The Curiosity who has escaped his glass case and is now following Arthur about.
When Arthur leaves the museum, he must leave his new friend behind… or does he?
Arthur is a curious boy. One who likes to explore, and wander off from his class during a museum visit where he makes a discovery. The museum attendant called it 'CURIOSITY'. Arthur is pulled back to the rest of the class excursion by his teacher, Miss Blunkett, but 'CURIOUSITY' continued to follow him in a strange, unusual, interesting, not to forget EXTRAORDINARY way. As Miss Blunkett wraps up the excursion, disaster happens—the class loses poor Miss Blunkett at the Historic Village, but then find her in a 'curious' spot. As the class boards the bus for the return trip to school, Arthur is the last on the bus, or is he?
From the outset of this story, the wonderful illustrations by Lucinda Gifford show Arthur as the boy who has his nose into everything. When the class is sitting, Arthur is standing. When they are lined up, Arthur is at the end facing the other way. It is a continuing theme throughout the book - wherever the class is, Arthur is not. It is easy to see how he finds himself in a in interesting places while out and about, much to the distress of his teacher.
Arthur and the Curiosity is a wonderful book of imagination that will appeal to children aged 3-7.
They will love playing 'I Spy' to find where CURIOSITY is on each page, and perhaps create their own CURIOSITY.
CKT Book Reviewer
Author/Illustrator: Lucinda Gifford
Title: Arthur and the Curiosity
Publisher: The Five Mile Press
Published: February 2016