This story is definitely one of my favorite books, so far. Also, I love cats and candy, so it was enjoyable to read about a giant, talking, jelly bean loving, furry friend. I really liked this book because it tells a story of how family and friends can have such a great impact on your life. Journey through this touching story of how Jackson learns how important it is to have a loving, trusting friend. They go back to living in the car then again they save enough money to live in another tiny apartment. Jackson is feeling annoyed and thinks that his parents aren’t telling him everything he wants to know: Jackson wonders why they keep fighting, why the landlord keeps making visits to their tiny apartment, and he even wonders when his so called imaginary friend will just leave him alone. But Jackson just moves on with life ignoring the fit state of having an imaginary friend. Crenshaw is a huge tabby cat, who loves purple jelly beans. Not just an ordinary imaginary friend, but an odd one… a silly one, that Jackson keeps finding in the bathtub. He’s not only stressed about that, he also has to worry about being a fifth grader with an imaginary friend. He lives with his sister, his parents, and his dog, Aretha. Jackson is tired of being poor and sometimes having to live in his car. But you know there's no turning back.The Children’s Book Review | SeptemA Book Review for Kids by a Kid I felt the way you do the instant before you leap into the deep end of a pool. It was late June, nice and warm, but I shivered. I opened my eyes, and the umbrella-or the bumbershoot, or whatever it was-had vanished. On the handle, printed in crayon, were the words THIS BUMBERSHOOT BELONGS TO CRENSHAW. It was red and yellow plastic, decorated with pictures of tiny smiling mice. Inches from my toes, the umbrella landed in the sand like a giant dart. When I opened my eyes, I sighed with relief. But that happens sometimes when I'm hungry. Ten seconds seemed like the right amount of time for me to stop being crazy. I squeezed my eyes shut and counted to ten. But I didn't see anyone looking at the floating, umbrella-toting surfer cat in the sky. I saw sand-castle builders and Frisbee tossers and crab chasers. He looked like he was heading somewhere fancy in a hairy tuxedo.
His coat was black and white, penguin style. The cat floated over me like a furry balloon. But as the cat neared shore, he made the mistake of opening his umbrella. He'd grabbed a good wave, and his ride was smooth.
Thing number four: No one else on the beach seemed to see him.
Which, when you think about it, is kind of not the point of surfing. Thing number three: He was holding a closed umbrella, like he was worried about getting wet. Thing number two: He was wearing a T-shirt.
Thing number one: He was a surfboarding cat. I noticed several weird things about the surfboarding cat.
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