Every now and again, the sheer strength of love for a book from everyone who has read it can become a barrier for reading it for me, as I worry it won’t live up to the expectations I then have for it. Irrational, I know, but true nonetheless. And so, Edward Tulane never quite made it to the top of my reading pile. Until this evening…
What a gloriously rich, emotional read! To take a haughty, disdainful china rabbit on a journey spanning oceans, time, and the highest highs and lowest lows life can dish out, and leave the reader loving him is pure genius.
I could spend hours enjoying the intricate details of Bagram Ibatoulline’s illustrations that beautifully capture the emotions of the characters Edward meets along his miraculous journey, along with Edward himself.
Oh how I wished I’d discovered this when my son and I still did bedtime stories!