I’m a little surprised because normally I love this author’s books. This is about Angie and everything they can do in their various types of shoes. The story tries to rhyme and it tries to have a cadence. Notice the word tries. I don’t know if it’s the word choices or the various type sets that make this hard to read. A cadence is a flow. Rhymes work better when there’s a flow. And there is something in this that keeps interrupting the flow. Then at the end, you have a separate poem, called Angie’s secret that has the same problems as the rest of the story. I like the idea and the lesson behind this book and I enjoy the artwork quite well, but overall this would not be a book I would put in my library.