If no one’s too old to read young adult/teen fiction, then there’s no reason for me to believe that adults are too old to read children’s books. You see, children’s books are good for the soul; it either reminds us of great childhood memories or if our childhood wasn’t so great it gives us a second chance to live and pretend that we’re kids again.
I have never read any of Neil Gaiman’s grown up books, but I’m surely a fan of The Graveyard Book and Coraline. Those two stories aren’t all sugar, spice, and everything nice, but not completely dark and gloomy either. This time, with Fortunately The Milk, Neil Gaiman shows us a different side of his. Drifting away from the mysterious theme of the two books which I have read before.
Neil Gaiman’s imagination is just simply fantastic, and every page turned makes you think and wonder, “how in the world did this guy come up with these things?”
The story of how his father does his best to give his two kids a decent breakfast while his wife is away. The challenges that he had to go through and the big adventure he faced all for a carton of milk.
Unfortunately, the kids are a bit skeptic, but fortunately the milk made it home.
If you’ve never heard of Neil Gaiman just click on his name to find out more.