Thursday, March 17, 2011

Tribute Books Tour: Slippery Willie by Larry Peterson

Willie has slippery feet! He can't ride his bike or climb a tree.  Even when he is just sitting at his desk, his socks and shoes slide off.  He has really slippery feet! The doctors can't explain it either. 

Then his mom buys Willie some new shoes - shoes that he won't slip out of.  Now he'll be able to ride his bike and climb a tree without slipping off.  But when Willie goes to sleep the night before school, he has a terrible dream.  He dreams that everyone laughs at his stupid ugly new shoes.  His classmates laugh, his teachers laugh, the building laughs and his mom laughs.  Willie is scared to wear those shoes because he will be made fun of.

But when he wakes up and puts on his new shoes, he is pleasantly surprised.  He doesn't slip, the shoes stay on, and everyone at school all want a pair of his cool new shoes!

A great message in this little book about being yourself, no matter what and sometimes we worry about things that really aren't necessary.  The illustrations are very colorful and eyecatching.  A great story to read to your little ones with a good lesson.


Larry Peterson was born and raised in the Bronx, New York. As a freelancer, he has written many newspaper columns for local publications. Slippery Willie's Stupid, Ugly Shoes is his first children’s book. Peterson has lived in Pinellas Park, Florida for the past 28 years.

You can purchase your own copy of Slippery Willie here.


  1. Thanks Wendy for the great review. We appreciate it! I'm glad that you enjoyed reading about the antics of "Slippery Willie" and for sharing the book with all of the wonderful readers of Minding Spot.

    Love your blog - keep up the great work!

  2. Hi Wendy--just saw your review and want you to know how much I appreciate your taking the time and effort to do this. Your kind words make my St. Patty's Day feel like I found a "wee bit" of the leprechaun's gold. Thanks again.
    Larry Peterson


The old grey donkey, Eeyore stood by himself in a thistly corner of the Forest, his front feet well apart, his head on one side, and thought about things. Sometimes he thought sadly to himself, "Why?" and sometimes he thought, "Wherefore?" and sometimes he thought, "Inasmuch as which?" and sometimes he didn't quite know what he was thinking about.

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