Review

I would dearly love to recommend this book heartily to its target audience— but my eight-year-old daughter (who knows more about dinosaurs than many a paleontologist, methinks, and recently spent a fair chunk of time proofing the book’s index in a most disapproving fashion) is standing in spirit over my shoulder correcting all the mistakes the book makes owing to being about twenty years old: tyrannosaurus is standing with the wrong posture, apatosaurus is called brontosaurus, and so on. (Actually David Wool’s illustrations are atypically disappointing in this book, too, for some reason.)

So, although this isn’t an entirely useless book for the child wanting to know about dinosaurs— trust me, I can easily come up with a long, long list of better ones. (Alas.)