what’s lost shall be found
When I was a child, my grandfather told me fairytales.
Not the usual fairytales, the ones that are gathered in books and read to children all over the world. No, my grandfather made up his own fairytales, about bears, rabbits and foxes. And his stories became mine.
And I thought: What if the stories come true?
For David, they do, when he escapes into the world of lost things, the world where reality and fantasy become one.
Like my grandfather did for me with his fairytales, the Irish writer John Connolly creates an amazing world through a beautiful story in The Book of Lost Things.
It is a story about the power of the written word, about how it can alter our existence and shape the person we will become. About a child growing up, fairytales and nightmares. About life.
One thing can I say, though, John Connolly truly caught me with his words. As he says:
If you were formed by books, then you may see a little of yourself within its pages, for just as in every child waits the adult that will be, so too in every adult lies the child that was.