Okay, my feminist heart wants to say, "But why is this book just for boys?" But then the Wes Anderson-esque trailer is so cute it makes me relent and say, "Well, we'll just pretend it's called The Dangerous Book for Boys AND GIRLS."
Regardless of the title, I think it's great that there's a book out there that reminds us all that kids need to be kids -- and that sometimes being a kid is a little dangerous. I mean, sure, I'm having a series of small heart attacks just thinking about Sam using a home-made bow and arrow. But then I remember my own childhood spent playing on rusty farm equipment and climbing rickety ladders in various haymows, and I remind myself that I survived without too many scars.
Actually, come to think of it, I do have a lot of scars. Maybe I need to think about this some more.