Spoony is a kid with a heart of gold. He loves hugs, he loves affection, and he values friendship and family. But there is something about him that isn’t quite right. He can’t kick a ball, he can’t play Duck Duck Goose, and he confuses regular people for clowns. Not to mention, he thinks a fictitious character on an old TV show is his dad, and he just has a general way of ruining things for other people while remaining blissfully unaware. His mom isn’t much better. Embarrassed by the drunken one-night stand that created Spoony, she has perpetrated numerous lies to save face and avoid humiliation over the truth that Spoony’s real father is the lanky Burt Peppermill, and that an overindulgence of lime flavored Jell-O shooters at a frat party led her to lower her standards enough to let him touch her in that way. All her lies, however, come crashing down on them both the day Spoony finally kicks a ball in P.E. class resulting in a trip to the emergency room where a number of surprises await. The Chronicles of Spoony vols. 1-3 offer delightfully dark reminders of how our words and actions around children shape their beliefs and effect their lives in profound and often invisible ways.
