My favourite kind of storytelling
My wonderful friend text me telling me this one had come out on Friday morning and of course I couldn’t resist going and buying it, which subsequently meant I was hooked all weekend long. I may not be a young reader anymore, but I can still get lost in a Jacqueline Wilson tale.
I always find myself completely enchanted by the character names in Wilson books, this time Bliss and Pixie being my favourite ones. (Just like Star and Dolphin in The Illustrated Mum, believe me I was convinced I was going to change my name to Star one day)
This story was full of mischief and fun, but also very deep sadness. I think there is a lot of important lessons to be learned in Wilson books. Sometimes I feel like she is not only reaching out to children alone, I actually feel myself connecting with her writing so much. I have been reading her books for so long now it’s such a familiar way of storytelling, that I enjoy reading.
Lily very much longed to be alone, away from her dysfunctional siblings and playing Mum constantly, but when she was alone, she soon found it wasn’t what she wanted to be at all. I’ve never been an ‘older sister’, unfortunately for my brother I was the little sister. This story made me wonder how tough it must be being the ‘eldest’ and having all the responsibility of knowing best.
I also felt a lot of compassion towards Lily’s middle sister Bliss, she was terribly timid and sensitive. I could almost see my younger self in her. I loved reading about the way she admired Cinderella and diving into her fairy tale book.
One thing is for sure, I will never grow old of Jacqueline Wilson