It was Christmas. I opened a Christmas present. It was A Boy Called Christmas. So I thought, hey, I should read this over Christmas. Did I say Christmas enough yet?
You’re not really born an old man, so why would it be any different for Father Christmas? Have you ever wondered what he was like as a boy? Well, now you can know.
Y’see. This is a story that needed to be told with a certain skill, a magic and dose of humour that make it perfect for children, and equally as fun to read for adults (I reluctantly accept that in my mid-twenties, I should consider myself an adult). Luckily, Matt Haig does it. And Chris Mould’s wonderful illustrations bring it all to life.
It sparkles with magic, it makes you laugh, it’s charming, it picks all the hallmarks of Christmas bit-by-bit until they’re altogether in the Christmas we know today. I’m not particularly Christmassy compared to most people I know, but even I felt myself a little more inclined to the season.
It will undoubtedly be a Christmas classic. It’s just so nice, jolly, fun – and isn’t that what Christmas is all about?
12th November 2015 | Canongate Books