It occurred to me last night that one of the best books I’ve read in several years wasn’t up on my Good Reads page. This situation was remedied immediately.
Do you love clocks?
Do you love automata? (Do you know what automata are? I didn’t before I read this book.)
Do you love 1930’s Paris?
Do you want to fall in love with a boy named Hugo?
Jack brought it home from the school library this past fall. He and his friend had a contest who could make it through the 526 pages first.
Here is a crucial piece of information: my son does NOT read anything that is 526 pages long.
But, he willingly devoured Hugo. Because it was. that. AWESOME.
When he devoured it, I knew I had to read it too.
Then, I willingly devoured it.
It is a lovely story told by words and pictures, but that just doesn’t do it justice.
This book took my breath away. Twice. Seriously.
It won the 2008 Caldecott Medal.
The pictures MOVE the story forward in a beautifully ingenious way.
It involves real people. (I LOVE historical fiction.)
It engaged the real people in the house in a way that hasn’t happened since Troy and I read Harry Potter. (Jack made me read all the Diary of a Wimpy Kid books, and they engaged us, but not in the same way.)
Jack and I would check in with one another in the morning to talk about my favorite parts from the night before.
We both noted the unusual drawings. Little did I know what awaited me.
I noticed it was, or is being, made into a movie, but you will want to read it first.
I promise you will not be disappointed.