Books are easily associated. Sometimes with a feeling or a smell or a season. And then there are the books that we associate with specific dates. In Stephen King’s Christine, the chaos caused by the possessed car, Christine, ends on January 19th (which I happen to remember because it’s my birthday). On September 1st, the Hogwarts train leaves platform 9 3/4. December 6th marks the anniversary of Susie Salmon’s death in The Lovely Bones.
However, I always think about this book on December 23rd:
The Blue Umbrella is absolutely magical. It’s about a boy who goes to live with his two elderly aunts after his mother dies. He immediately becomes absolutely miserable and lonely. After some time, he actually manages to make a friend: the storekeep across the street, whom his aunts absolutely hate.
This book is touching without being cringe-worthy or overly cheesy. One of the most touching moments is actually the one that reminds me of today: one where he meets a person he most wants to see, who wishes him a happy “Christmas Adam”…
Give this book a read on one of those days where you need to be reminded of basic human kindness. You’ll never regret it.