I came upon a review of this book in The Guardian at the weekend. It looked lovely, so I thought I would pick up a couple of copies for my grandchildren. However, when I went to the bookstore, they had only one copy left. So I bought it… and I’m going to keep it for myself. I will buy other copies for my grandkids, but this one is mine.
It’s the kind of book that takes five minutes – or a lifetime – to read. In many ways it’s reminiscent of Winnie-the Pooh, both in terms of the illustrations, wisdom and the fact that it’s a book about friendship. By the end of it, I was in tears. Some of the conversations between the animals are so profound. One, in particular, given the fact that my heart – and I imagine yours too – has been broken, really struck me.
“What do we do when our hearts hurt?” asked the boy.
“We wrap them with friendship, shared tears and time, till they wake hopeful and happy again.”
Isn’t that so true. It’s one of the most profound lessons I learned after my husband left me. I will be forever grateful for the friends who gathered around me, who allowed me to talk and cry. And it’s also true about time. Time does heal all wounds. There may be a scar left, but the wound heals and the pain is gone.
Or how about…
“Asking for help isn’t giving up,” said the horse. “It’s refusing to give up.”
The boy, the mole, the fox and the horse by Charlie Mackesy is the perfect book for any occasion – happy or sad.
If you’d like to find out more about the artist, check out his Twitter account.
And buy the book.
Please, if your heart is hurting – or even if it’s not – buy the book.