Anyone that has spent more than an hour of time in a Small Person’s* life will agree: some books you will read a thousand–NOT hyperbole– times. From that sampling of literary repetitiveness, some– and this doesn’t even twinge my tree-hugging, hippie conscience– will be lost, left, and/or otherwise metaphorically (!) burned. A precious thing, sanity. But never a Suess book; not possibly that. How ever could you possibly hate The Cat in the Hat? —->Shiny [...]