Now while Carla Morris' The Boy Who Was Raised by Librarians is indeed sweetly humorous to a point, it is also rather frustratingly and majorly predictable (and often overly if not even downright silly). For while the author does indeed paint an engaging and fun portrait of a curious boy who loves books and who practically lives at his local public library, as well as the librarians, who not only continuously inspire and re-inspire Melvin's curiosity, but also help the boy with research, rehearse for a play, and even attend his high school graduation, I do have to admit that for me personally, some if not actually even many of Melvin's antics and the amount of especially research guidance he is constantly being given by the librarians seem more than a bit unrealistic and far-fetched, unbelievable to and for me. For honestly, I do not think that I have ever met librarians who were that patient and that committed to their patrons as is depicted in The Boy Who Was Raised by Librarians (and albeit that I do find it sweet that the librarians seem genuinely and emotionally interested in and comitted to Melvin, I still and actually consider their unending, unwavering helpfulness somewhat much exaggerated and overdone). And I also pretty well know for a fact that the librarians at my local branch (even those who work primarily with children) would not be all that pleased if they had to collect a bunch of creepy, crawly bugs from the carpet (Melvin spilling his jar of collected insects on the floor is perhaps amusing, I just do not consider that the reaction of the librarians to this mishap is even remotely realistic and normal). And as to Brad Sneed's illustrations, I have to admit that I did not and do not find them all that enjoyable (and actually quite visually grating at times). The bright colours, as well as the depictions of books, buildings and the like are perhaps appealing enough, but the human figures (and especially the facial expressions of said human figures) always seem overly exaggerated (to the point of being almost creepily distorted, somewhat akin to cartoon caricatures). Now my personal lack of enthusiasm for Bad Sneed's illustrations notwithstanding, I do think that they work well with Carla Morris' featured narrative, as the illustrations certainly manage to tenderly and evocatively mirror the fun, the sense of humour, the sense of discovery portrayed in and by the text (but while I do thus recommend The Boy Who Was Raised by Librarians, judging from my own reaction and enjoyment of the latter, I can and will personally only consider a two star ranking).