I don’t remember a time when I couldn’t read; books have always been the lenses through which I view the world. The Book, the Word, the Light, brings into being my very faculty of sight. Some books are corrective glasses, clearing up distortions and bringing into focus all things needful for me to see. Others are binoculars, extending my field of vision to identify far off things of which I would otherwise have only blurry glimpses. Certain books are microscopes, showing me minute particulars which despite their seeming smallness are of vital significance. Still others are telescopes, directing my gaze past this finite world to wonders of the great Beyond. Some books are windows, letting light and air into the rooms in which I am too apt to shut myself up. And some are mirrors, holding up before me the honest reflection of my true self which I would not otherwise see.

Friday, August 13, 2010

Book Review: Wilfrid Gordon McDonald Partridge by Mem Fox, illustrated by Julie Vivas

Synopsis

Wilfrid Gordon McDonald Partridge, a small boy of unspecified age but “he wasn’t very old either,” lives next door to an old folks’ home and visits the residents there. Upon hearing that his particular friend Miss Nancy has lost her memory, Wilfrid Gordon sets himself a quest to learn what a memory is, and to find one to give Miss Nancy. Drawing on the insights of his other older friends and reaching into his own special treasures, he succeeds.

Comments

This is one of those children’s books I checked out from the library for myself – sensitive to the touch of dementia on families through my own experiences, I was curious to see how the subject would be handled in a story directed to elementary school age children. It was here treated with dignity and reverence and sober sweetness in the text, with just enough comic relief in the illustrations. I highly recommend it for folks of all ages who are dealing with the memory loss of a loved one.