It’s 1994, and the Scholastic Book Fair had been unleashed all over your school hall. This is Nirvana for all young bookworms – who are soon parted from their not-so-hard earned pocket money.
I am no exception.
This time I buy:
The Mennyms by Sylvia Waugh.
My reason for buying it is simple:
- It’s about dolls – I like dolls.
- The cover is blue – I like blue.
- It’s £2.99 – I have £2.99
Then I read it.
It was amazing. I couldn’t tell you why. The story was good…and it was a good story about dolls. I devoured the sequels.
Then, a few years ago – I did something after finding it at the back of the bookshelf – I re-read it.
This book is phenomenal.
So much of it went over my head as a child.
It’s a book about pain and grief, hope and love. It has qualities so much adult literature lacks (like a well rounded characters).
Don’t believe me?
How many kid’s books do you read where a blue rag doll ends up in a church, praying to a God he doesn’t even believe in, because his twin sister has gone missing?
Also – one of the characters has an Accrington Stanley Mug. Enough said.