This book is horribly, scientifically inaccurate. Tulips and monsters on Mars? Really? But apparently I don’t care about all of that squishy science stuff, because I love this book.
It’s not about actual science. It’s about a boy in a rocket bringing cupcakes to Mars. Why? Because he believes there’s life there. Because he wants to prove something. Does it matter that he’s not all that observant until a yellow tulip practically jumps out at him? It does not. My kindergarten friends are going to love this book. And so do I. Did mention that? Did I mention loving it?
Life on Mars by Jon Agee