I fell in love with a few pages of the book that I found on social media and started sharing them while I waited for my copy of “The Boy, the Mole, the Fox and the Horse” to arrive. I’ve shared the pages at seven treatment groups in three days. I’ve shared the images on social media and with co-workers. Kindness matters!
I don’t review books, but I canNOT stop talking about this book. The images and the words are all created by Charley Mackesy. If I hit the lottery today (and that’s unlikely since I almost never play) I would buy a warehouse full of these books and distribute them to adults and children everywhere.
Last night when I arrived home I discovered that the book had arrived and even after a 15 hour day, I had to read it before I went to bed. I smiled and wept and wiped my nose from cover to cover.
This book is a new “Pooh,” a claim I wouldn’t make lightly. And while the characters are a curious and clever boy and his animal companions, this book may be even more obviously written for adult readers, too.
After you read it, you will likely agree that it ought to be “prescribed” to plenty of people you know. The Boy, the Mole, the Fox and the Horse speaks to the child who wanders within each of us. You will likely find yourself relating to each of the characters over the journey of the book and perhaps different characters each time you read it. (Yes, you will surely read it more than once!)
I’m certain that I am not yet ready to read it aloud to friends. simply I think it will take a least a few more readings before I can maintain my composure all the way through. But these are soul-filling and happy tears.
May I suggest that you save time (and reduce your carbon footprint) by purchasing a few copies. You will surely think of people who “need to read this” as you first encounter the simple sketches, hopeful moments, and powerful truths. So, save extra shipping or extra shopping and stock up now.
Charley Mackesy has brought us an instant classic and so very much more. He has brought us hope, a kinder world into which we can retreat, and quite possibly a kinder world in which we can all live outside the covers of his delightful book.
I guess I need to buy a lottery ticket.