There was a Moomin book at the Hobart library when I was a kid. I remember just sucking it in, though the details escape me. So when we stumbled over a host of Moomin books at a beautiful bookstore, the avalanche started.
She must have one. No, all of them. “Just one for starters don’t you think?” my excellent companion advised.
A paperback collection of stories was purchased. Just one book, though I knew more would be needed.
LOOK! I waved it around – we bought you something FABULOUS!!!!
2 stories have been read with wild abandon by the adults. The kid is happy to listen but not really curious.
Perhaps it’s the total immersion in unknown creatures. It’s assumed, that by now one knows all about Fillyjonks and Hemulens and none of that is explained. Snufkin is appreciated. What a relief.
There is such a gentleness and strangeness about these stories that is so timeless, though the language – depending on the translation probably can be difficult for a little one to engage with.
Another was purchased – translated by Sophie Hannah, who has a delicate and musical touch and I was sure that this one – in full colour hardback and beautifully illustrated would be the hook.
I’m not giving up and have ordered another. if only for myself.
And have noticed along the way that there are comic strip collections too, though I wonder if they have the same life lessons included.
We are really fond of books with philosophy and beautiful illustrations. She will PORE over books by this fellow. so I know it’s just a matter of time, if I can be a little patient myself….
For now – this is a hit. Read cover to cover by miss 6 several times with no adult help and apparently GOLD.
I live in hope…..