Rating: 4 out of 5

Another story read to my Mum and chosen because I’d read it under her guidance as a child. A nice story of appreciating the good things.

Highlighted passages:

when you’re hunting for the glad things, you sort of forget the other kind-like the doll you wanted, you know.”

Just breathing isn’t living!”

He had the air of a frightened cook who, seeing the danger of a breath of cold air striking a half-done cake, hastily shuts the oven door.

Originally posted to my Goodreads account