This is my first time reading J. K. Rowling. I’ve never had any interest in Harry Potter – never read nor watched the shows. I have the full set of books but they just sat there doing nothing.
Something about The Christmas Pig made me want to read it. Maybe it’s the Christmas theme, or the nice colourful book cover. Whatever the appeal, I’m glad I read it. It stirred a few things in me, including a lump in the throat followed by teary eyes. The book agreed with the “wanna-be Minimalist” in me, and it has some life lessons in it that makes good teaching conversations with kids about life’s emotions and values. It has lots of good points to talk to kids about (actually for adults too if we care to ponder a little deeper) so I’m considering buying the book for keeps since the copy I read is on loan from the library.
A book that’s categorised as children’s book for 8 to 12 year olds, it’s surprisingly entertaining even for adults like me. It tells of the tale of a beloved toy that was lost and its heartbroken owner who will stop at nothing to get it back.