So this book about a little boy is filled with down right scary mental stuff.
If this was my kid -he would be in therapy so fast his head would spin.
He not only collects lint and organize's it, but Jasper, god love him, spends time sniffing this lint in the basement of his house. He make frequent trips, under the cover of darkness, to harvest lint from his father's belly button as well. Jasper is also caught by his elementary school teacher sniffing the coats of the others students, as well as stealing lint from the pockets. When Jasper plays house with some girls from school they threaten to change his diaper. He then ruminates on this quite a bit. As if that were not enough this poor Jasper's favorite game is Jump the Hump. At first its just pillows, but it quickly escalates to him and his BFF taking turns acting as the humps. At one point he tells his best friend that he is his favorite hump.
Ok. I just want to say that I think this author has some serious underlying Freudian issues that could use addressing before she writes any more for youth.
