About the book From the depth of his pout, to the heft of his hump, it was as if he were born for being a Grump, that Krumpp–and he was, or at least he believed it. He hated everything and to him with good reason: they were too shiny or tweezed, or too stuffed with cheese… Passersby called him names and they wrote him off as a mean old, bean-cold unlovable lump. But, there was one, a little girl who wasn’t so sure there mightn’t be more to that Grump, Old Krumpp, than that frightening scowl and humpmongous hump. If not her, it would have in truth been no one. So, she’d do it herself, she would: un-grump the grump! And what was her plan? Well, if you can believe, it started with krumpet, and it ended with tea. Magic Mike’s charming, eldritch illustration, paired with its comedic verse make Krumpp’s First Taste a delightfully odd (and oddly delightful) read for all ages.
