The Book of Three
I’ve been reading The Book of Three, by Lloyd Alexander, to Henry for his bedtime story. We’re about halfway through. Honestly, I expected more, for such a famous, award-winning book. It’s not bad, but it feels flat. The characters are bland, the situations predictable, the dialogue unrealistic. I tried to read it as a child (my sister loved it) but I couldn’t muster up enough interest top get past the first chapter. Henry LOVES it, so I suppose it could it also be a problem that I’m just generally not a fan of fantasy-fiction, or whatever it it.  Although I adore the The Dark is Rising series, which I’ve told Henry we’ll read next.