I was told in elementary school that I only could read at half the speed for success in college. Oh well, one benefit of slow reading is you get to live with the characters a longer period of time. I read in a vain attempt to better understand people. At my other homes, I'm known as a spouse, pop, guy in the choir, physical chemist, computer/web dilettante and child-care provider. In theory, I'm a published author, if you consider stuff like Quenching Cross Sections for Electronic Energy Transfer Reactions Between Metastable Argon Atoms and Noble Gases and Small Molecules to count as publications. I've strewn dozens of such fascinating things to the winds.
This is billed as a kids book. I dunno, it was one long play on words, and rather a moralistic play on words. All good for me, but I'm not sure I would have gotten much from it back in the dark ages when I was a kid. Perhaps the word play would work for an intelligent middle schooler. Whatever, it was a fun read. The Kindle version I got from the library even had the Jules Peiffer illustrations.