Once again, I am here to nobly perform a public service in reviewing one of the many pillars of the world's greatest literature that crosses my desk. Or my lap, as it were.
This time, it's Juwanda Ford's K is for Kwanzaa, a title my 4-year-old son D- recently selected at random* from the library:
This book is exactly what it seems-- go ahead and judge it by the cover, I can vouch for you.
But what surprised me, after picking through pages defining items like Gele, Mkeka, Ujamaa, and Vibunzi, is that even though they rolled all the many cultures of Africa into one catchall holiday, X still just stands for Xylophone:
Stay strong, brother! You will never be unseated!
* To follow up his previous random selection, Fran Manushkin's Starlight and Candles: The Joys of the Sabbath.