Dance

The inner summary of this book is pretty accurate: "Introduces basic concepts of dance through poetic text and photographs." Yeah. It's a bunch of photos of the writer of the poetry, who is a dancer, dancing. The text describes what he does to dance and how he feels when he's dancing. I don't really know what to say about it. It seems like it's trying too hard to be poetic and deep, but it's not really either of those. "When I am dancing,/I can make lines,/and I can make curves." Yes, the human body is capable of both of those things. "When I dance,/I use parts of me,/and I use all of me." Well, yeah! How could you not do both of those things, when you were dancing? I guess you could just move your arm around or something, but that wouldn't be called dancing, would it? I don't know. The pictures combined with the text make it seem like the author is just full of himself. He probably isn't really, but it comes across that way.

It's not a bad book, if somebody really liked dancing, especially if they liked this particular dancer. I think maybe it would be better if it was pictures of a little kid, instead of him. Because then kids would identify with it better. The text kind of seems like something a little kid would say, and that's probably what he's going for as an author. But since it's all pictures of him, it makes it seem a lot more egotistical than it has to be.