Otto loves cars more than anything else in the world. He plays with cars, he dreams about cars, . . . he even eats cars (his favorite cereal is Wheelies). But that all changes when he awakes one morning to find that he has somehow turned into a car.Otto soon realizes that there is a downside to actually becoming his favorite thing. While the rest of his friends get to play and draw, Otto can only honk and sputter. Will Otto ever be able to switch gears and go back to being a boy?
|Publisher:||Roaring Brook Press|
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|Age Range:||2 - 5 Years|
About the Author
Respected editor Kara LaReau now runs an editorial consulting company called Bluebird Works. She collaborated with her sister Jenna on Rocko and Spanky Go to a Party and Rocko and Spanky Have Company, and with Scott Magoon on Ugly Fish and Rabbit and Squirrel. She lives in Providence, Rhode Island, with her husband and their two cats.
While moonlighting as a designer at a major children's publishing house, Scott Magoon has illustrated many successful books including Spoon by Amy Krause Rosenthal and the aforementioned Ugly Fish and Rabbit and Squirrel. He lives in the Boston area with his wife and two sons.
Respected editor Kara LaReau collaborated with Scott Magoon on Ugly Fish, Rabbit and Squirrel, and for Roaring Brook Press, Otto: The Boy Who Loved Cars. She lives in Providence, Rhode Island with her husband and their two cats.
While moonlighting as a designer at a major children's publishing house, Scott Magoon has illustrated many successful books including Spoon by Amy Krause Rosenthal, Ugly Fish, and Rabbit and Squirrel. He lives in the Boston area with his wife and two sons.
Read an Excerpt
There was once a boy named Otto.He had a very smart, patient teacher and good friends.Otto lived in a nice house with his mother, who loved him very much.
But above all places and things (and even most people),
Otto loved cars.Each morning, Otto would wake up and eat his favorite cereal.He'd play with his cars all the way to school -- and when he got there, he couldn't wait for recess, where he would insist on playing Race Around the Playground with his friends, Chevy, Mini, and Kia.
One night, after playing with cars, and drawing some cars, and reading about cars, Otto put on his pajamas and got into bed.
His mother came to tuck him in.
"Time for a new story?" she asked.
"I don't want to hear it unless it's about cars," said Otto.
His mother sighed.
"Ah, well, my little speedster," she said, kissing the top of his head, "you don't know what you're missing."Then she turned out the light and closed the door--leaving Otto to count Jeeps until he fell asleep.The next morning, when Otto woke up, he just didn't feel like himself. And with good reason.
Unfortunately for Otto, no one else seemed to notice the difference. When he opened his mouth to say, "Pass the Wheelies" at the breakfast table, he made a noise that sounded like this:
"This is a kitchen, not a garage," Otto's mother said. So Otto didn't get to eat his favorite cereal.
And he couldn't fit on the school bus, so, of course, he had to drive himself to school.
And traffic was terrible that morning, so Otto was very late ...which made Mrs. Dodge, his teacher, very angry. Otto tried to explain, but instead he sounded like this:
So he was not only very late, but very LOUD, which made Mrs. Dodge even angrier.
Otto spent his morning parked in the Time-Out Corner.Otto had forgotten his lunch (and couldn't have eaten it anyway, since a car can't eat), so he idled by the window and looked forward to recess, his favorite part of the day.
Finally, Mrs. Dodge took the class out to the playground. "Let's play!" Otto shouted to Chevy and Mini and Kia, but it sounded like this:
"Geez, Otto," Chevy said. "You want to play Race Around the Playground again?"
"That's all he ever wants to do," said Mini."Let's swing on the monkey bars!" said Kia.After school, it took Otto forever to get home (traffic again), and when he finally did he was miserable.
He knew he couldn't eat whatever his mother made for dinner, so he went to bed very, very, very hungry.
He didn't play or draw or read, because cars can't do any of those things.
So Otto started to cry.
Of course, it didn't sound like crying. It sounded like this:
Which is what cars sound like when they are broken-down or running out of gas, and Otto was both.
His mother couldn't help overhearing the noise.
"What's the matter?" she said. "You haven't been yourself all day."
"I'm sick of cars," Otto honked softly into his pillow. "I just want to be a boy again."
"You've been living and breathing one thing for too long," she said.
"Everyone has to switch gears sometime."
Then she kissed his hood and turned out the light.
"Sleep tight," she said, closing the door, "and don't let the spark plugs bite."
Otto laid awake for a long time, sniffling and sputtering and thinking about what his mother said, until, finally, he ran out of gas and went to sleep.
The next morning, when Otto woke up, he wasn't a car. Instead, somehow, he was himself again. And he made sure to enjoy the difference.
When he got to the breakfast table, Otto's mother started to pour his bowl of Wheelies.
"Thank you," said Otto, kissing her on the cheek. "But I think I'll have an English muffin, please."
When he got to school (on time), Otto was on his very best behavior, much to Mrs. Dodge's delight.
At lunch, he savored every bite of his peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich.
And of course, Otto couldn't wait for recess, to see Chevy and Mini and Kia and play some of their games, like Monkey Bar Swing-a-Long, and Simon Says, and Tag (which was a lot like racing, with just a few more rules, Otto thought).
That night, when his mother came to tuck him in, Otto was already in his bed, waiting patiently.
"I think it's time to switch gears," said Otto.
"It is?" said his mother.
"Yes," replied Otto. "I'm ready for a new story. And not one about cars."
"Really?" said his mother.
"Well," said Otto, "it's about one car who turns into a boy. And I'm going to tell it to you."
"I'm listening," said his mother.So Otto began.Text copyright © 2011 by Kara LaReau
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Nice little cautionary tale about loving something a little too much (much like a boy's Pinkalicious). Sharp illustrations by Scott Magoon liven up Kara LaReau's text. Car-loving boys will, I'm sure, fall head over heels for Otto.