Cake Girl by David Lucas
The witch is alone on her birthday, again. So she bakes a cake girl, a multilayered, bonbon-studded, iced and sugar-sparkled confection. And because she is a witch, her cake girl comes to life. Cake Girl sings and dances for the witch, she does the housework, but when she is told that afterwards she shall be eaten, she starts to think for herself.
The cake girl, who looks a lot like one of the painted wooden figurines in a German crib mobile that used to hang in my bedroom, becomes the witch's first friend, and, I am guessing, first therapist. The witch, who looks a lot like my grandma, except green, and wearing pink pointy high heels with a buckle (witches always have the best shoes), learns that fun is not a spectator sport.
It's lighthearted, it's a treat visually, and it has a lovely, satisfying happy ending that, despite Cake Girl's confectionery provenance, is healthy-sweet, not sugary-sweet.
David Lucas's pen and ink and watercolor art is decidedly old-school here - perfectly consonant with his tale of a straight-out-of-the-forest warty green witch. The witch is the sweetest, squattest magical lady since Strega Nona
, and even the title on the front cover looks like James Marshall's Cinderella
. His curves are round and strong, and his angles are open: every object and figure in this book feels balanced and solid, a nice counterpoint to the sparkles and stars and puffs of magic smoke that Lucas sprinkles in to his edges and backgrounds. The wealth of detail will reward the individual reader, but the art is not too eensy for a small storytime. Fun for Halloween, fun for birthdays, fun in general!