Goodreads helps you keep track of books you want to read.
Start by marking “Through the Mickle Woods” as Want to Read:
Through the Mickle Woods
After his wife's death a grieving king journeys to an old bear's cave in the mickle woods, where he hears three stories that help him go on living.
Hardcover, 32 pages
Published September 1st 1992 by Little Brown and Company
To see what your friends thought of this book, please sign up.
As a children's book, I found this book lacking. Although the illustrations are beautiful and the idea of the story is great, I found the writing style hard to follow, and too old-fashioned for most children to understand. Language like this often does not keep kids interested in the story. I am an adult, and although I read through the whole story, I lost interest after the first page because of the writing style.
I liked this book as per the narrative text it conveys. I thought it did an excellent job of telling a story in a 3rd person voice. What sets this book apart is its use of strategic flashbacks; I think that's something we can learn from and use as a mentor. The dialogue and grammar rules for dialogue is also abundant.
A lonely, distraught king honors the memory of his recently deceased queen by taking a trip Through the Mickle Woods with young Michael. In the woods, they meet a wise bear who enlightens both of them on the meaning of life, love, and humanity.
Don't normally review picture books, but this one is just so good. I loved Moser's illustrations (of course, which is why I picked it up), the structure is great (little stories within a larger story), and I just loved what this was about and how the author wrote it.
Share This Book
“In a kingdom long ago there was a man who lived alone. In spring he never sowed his seeds for fear there might be drought, and in fall he would not travel lest his ship be blown into the deep. But though he locked his doors inside and out, it did not bring him peace. One day a bird, small and slight as a pebble, flew to his window. He marveled at her green wings and at the beauty of her song. 'I have heard that wind can uproot a tree from the ground,' said the man. 'Are you not afraid of wind?' The bird cocked her head brightly. 'Of course,' she said. 'And I have heard that fire can sweep a forest in a day,' the man said. 'Are you not afraid of fire?' 'Yes,' she said. Her wings, thin as pages in a book, glinted in the yellow sunlight. 'But if you are afraid,' asked the man, 'why do you fly? Why do you build your nest?' The bird cracked a grain of millet in her beak. 'There are things I would not miss,' she said. 'Every day there is morning, ripe as a peach.' She trilled a score of grace-notes effortlessly. 'And fledglings in the spring, of course-small things.' 'I do not wish to hear of these,' said the man. 'What of wind and fire?' The bird considered thoughtfully. 'My song,' she said finally, 'requires them all.' The man watched her fly away, as frail and strong as ashes dancing in the air.”More quotes…