By Joan Sweeney
A small girl points at herself and says here is my skin, here are my bones, here is my heart, and this is what they all do.
A little girl gives you the tour of herself. She starts with the parts you can see, skin and hair and eyes and toes, and then she goes under the skin: the bones that hold her up, the muscles that pull them, the blood going round, the heart pumping it, the lungs filling, the stomach churning breakfast, the brain running the whole operation. One idea per page, a big friendly picture beside every one, and the girl herself standing there pointing. It is the whole body at the size a four-year-old can hold.
Your child is four and wants to know what's inside them, and almost every body book for that question is written for someone twice their age. This one isn't. Joan Sweeney gives one part per page in a sentence a small child can hold onto, and Annette Cable draws the girl with her insides showing so your child can see exactly where the thing lives. There's no cartoon plot to sit through and nothing to be brave about. It answers the question and then it answers the next one.