A community of bats flies off on a warm night for a picnic at the beach, enjoying activities including digging in the sand, surfing, and snoozing. As the sun rises, the bats pack up their gear and head home. The acrylic paintings capture a moonlit night's deep shadows and reinforce the exuberant, rhyming text.

PreS-Gr 3-This is the quintessential book about going to the beach complete with overflowing picnic baskets, kite flying, singing around the campfire, and scratchy sand in places "where no sand should be." Kids will certainly identify with the exuberant and familiar fun, but what will get them howling is the fact that the characters are bats that are visiting the beach in the moonlight. The rhyming text is grounded in reality with many inventive twists to keep the imagination rolling. There is moon-tan lotion, salted 'skeeters, and bat kites. Where the book truly soars is in the dark yet luminescent art where bat wings glow in the light of the full moon and the sky is a steely blue. The faces on the bats are furry and friendly. These creatures use cocktail umbrellas for beach umbrellas; they hold wing-boat races in red-and-white checked food containers; and when it's time for a late-night snack, they enter the ice-cream shack where a lit light bulb attracts a multitude of succulent bugs. Readers may not be tempted to try marshmallows with bug legs and gossamer wings but that won't keep them from reveling in this grand adventure.-Martha Topol, Traverse Area District Library, Traverse City, MI Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.

The trope of a day at the beach is turned on its head with a family of bats that spend a night there, complete with moon-tan lotion. Young bats play with the stuff they find and bury each other in the sand; older ones sing around the campfire and toast bug-mallows (an episode accompanied by a slightly icky image of marshmallows with legs and wings). The rhyming text, which floats white against the dark backdrops, leaves no beach activity or experience unmentioned, right down to the unpleasant feel of itchy sand where no sand should be. The acrylic paintings are appropriately dark but never muddy, and the gently anthropomorphized bats, every strand of fur sharply delineated, follow in the cute-but-still-batlike tradition of Stellaluna (1993). Readers will be swept right along until the sun comes up and the bats return home: We sigh and snuggle close together / to dream about the moony weather.

Gathering up "our buckets, trowels, / banjoes, blankets, books, and towels," a family of bats flits out to the beach for a moonlit picnic of "yummy treats"—"Beetles, ants, and milkweed bugs, / crickets, moths, and pickled slugs. / Damselflies, or salted 'skeeters— / no room here for picky eaters!" Aside from the deliciously macabre menu, it's not too different from a human outing; in Lies's lambent, exactly detailed paintings, bats with an appealingly mouse-like look cavort happily through the waves, play volleyball and other games or snuggle into comfy laps around a glowing campfire as the grownups chat amiably. As a purpling sky to the east signals that it's time to clean up, they "flutter homeward, drained and weary," as "small bats doze off, tired and teary." Perfect for sharing with younglings of the wingless sort, when it's time for them to do the same. (Picture book. 5-7)