The Cricket in Times Square
by George Selden
Tucker is a streetwise city mouse. He thought he’d seen it all. But he’s never met a cricket before, which really isn’t surprising, because, along with his friend Harry Cat, Tucker lives in the very heart of New York City―the Times Square subway station. Chester Cricket never intended to leave his Connecticut meadow. He’d be there still if he hadn’t followed the entrancing aroma of liverwurst right into someone’s picnic basket. Now, like any tourist in the city, he wants to look around. And he could not have found two better guides―and friends―than Tucker and Harry. The trio have many adventures―from taking in the sights and sounds of Broadway to escaping a smoky fire.
Simple and heart-warming, this book wins me over. I’m a sucker for books about friendship, animals, and New York City; and I lucked out on all three. There’s something about combining the small – in this case insects and animals – with the big – New York City. What you get is magic. It gave me that feeling I had when I read Harriet the Spy; there’s this little world and many little worlds unfolding in an immense city. Only in NYC can people and creatures of such diverse backgrounds find love and companionship together.