All time creepiest children's "book" ever written. Book is in quotes because like all of Munsch's books this started out as a story he would tell in front of audiences. It is absolutely hideous in its transition to book form.

When did crawling in to your child's room and peering at them like a monster from under the bed become a wise parenting choice? Or creeping along the hallway to spy on your teen child? It's fine to peek in at them when they're sleeping, that's sweet...but slithering along the hallway like a predatory animal: sick. And climbing into your adult kid's window at night via a ladder? 1) stalker behaviour 2) flesh-crawlingly inappropriate 3) illegal.

All the sentiment of the story is fine, the undieing love, the familial affection continuing on from generation to generation...it's the presentation that make this one of the worst books for people of any age ever created. Just think on this: reverse the genders. It's a father watching his daughter like that...and climbing into her window with a ladder when she's an adult--now you get it.

Munsch is fantastic when he does comedy: Paperbag Princess, Stephanie's Ponytail (love it!)...not so much here.