Per Bengtsson
Per Bengtsson (b. 1977) is a Swedish author and journalist. Originally from Halmstad, he now lives in Stockholm with his wife, three children and cat. By day, he writes for various industry magazines aimed for teachers in schools and preschools.
His series about Knotan came about during his paternal leave and was inspired by the ways in which a small child discovers its surroundings, and how this might bring adults out of their comfort zone. What happens if I throw this toy? If I push that button? Or if I climb up on that table?
Per Bengtsson is fascinated with these themes, and particularly loves writing about conflicts between children and adults, aiming to depict how a child’s eye can expose the adult’s world.
Books by Per Bengtsson
Knotan Crashes
Per Bengtsson
Ready, steady, and run with the toy cart! Knotan loves to crash.BANG into the radiator, BASH into the desk and BUMP against the door. But oh no! Now the cart is broken. No more crashing! Luckily Dad can mend it, but where has Knotan gone now?The book…
Knotan Pats
Per Bengtsson
Knotan loves patting. Patting teddy. Mmm, cosy, and so soft! Patting the toy crocodile is not dangerous either. But the teeth are sharp! The cat – yes, pat it! “Careful!” says Daddy. “Pat it gently. Like this.” Aha. Knotan pats Daddy. His cheeks are…
Knotan Climbs
Per Bengtsson
Knotan loves to climb. Stool out. Up to the shelf. Pull the chair out. Up on the table. Wow, balance up high! The Knotan books are fun picture books about everyday life with adventurous Knotan and his patient father. Perfect books for small children…
Knotan Throws
Per Bengtsson
Knotan has a whole basketful of balls at home and he can throw all of them. The little ball flies a long way, out into the hall, past the shoes and into the bathroom where it disappears! The big ball knocks over and breaks the bowl, hits the chair an…
Knotan Loves Buttons
Per Bengtsson
Knotan loves buttons. Press, press on dad’s mobile phone. Twist, twist on the washing machine. Look, a lamp! Click!Oh dear, all of a sudden it’s dark. Jacket on. There are buttons on that too. Ring, ring on the neighbour’s door. At last theyare in th…
