Like I've mentioned before, my son loves these books. We've read them out of order, so the suspense of not knowing exactly what is "the awful pawful" was sort of ruined for us, but he preferred to think of it as a secret he'd figured out already. I liked the way the dogs of town hid in shame as each of them got bested by a cat. (Delayed spoiler: the awful pawful is a cat.)
For whatever reason, my son has little interest in reading. He loves to be read to, but no story is interesting enough for him to want to put in the work. (Until recently, he refused to acknowledge he even could read, even after reading something.) The closest he's come to wanting to hear a story badly enough that he is willing to do the reading himself is with these Jack Russell books.
Rating: six and a half out of seven giant inflatable monkeys.