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Boy Giant: Son of Gulliver
by Michael Morpurgo
Omar is forced to flee Afganistan. He hopes to meet his mother again in the mystical place called England, where people smile and help each other and there is no war. But his boat goes down at sea and he wakes up somewhere very different...
I'll admit, I've never read Gulliver all the way through, just children's versions, so I can't say how accurate this is to the original. However, on its own merits, it's a beautiful story, very much a Michael Morpurgo. My early version doesn't have all the illustrations, but there's enough that I can tell this is going to be a very beautiful book.
Morpurgo and Foreman are an excellent team and this is going to be a wonderful book. I mean, I cried. But that's par for the course with these guys!
Between Gran Baruta and Tapit - and my friends sitting here on my shoulders - I was discovering so much about Gulliver; for instance, how he had brought the English language to Lilliput three hundred or more years before, which was why everyone on the island now spoke two languages, Lilliputian and English. I discovered, in time, that the suit of clothes I was wearing had not been newly made for me, as I had always supposed, but was altered from some of Gulliver's clothes that they had kept and looked after when he left. As for my house, it had been Gulliver's house when he was on Lilliput. Like my clothes, it had been cared for all these years, and looked after, so that everything would be ready for him if he ever came back.
"He never did come back," Gran Baruta told me sadly one evening. "But we never forgot him, never forgot what he did for us, how his wise words changed our life here forever, helped us become who we are. The spirit of Guliver lives on. He may not have come back as we hoped, but you did, Son of Gulliver, you did."
So I was learning more and more about this Gulliver who had been there before me. But about Blufecu, they would tell me nothing. Just a mention of it and everyone fell silent. Blufescu was a closed subject.
I'll admit, I've never read Gulliver all the way through, just children's versions, so I can't say how accurate this is to the original. However, on its own merits, it's a beautiful story, very much a Michael Morpurgo. My early version doesn't have all the illustrations, but there's enough that I can tell this is going to be a very beautiful book.
Morpurgo and Foreman are an excellent team and this is going to be a wonderful book. I mean, I cried. But that's par for the course with these guys!
Between Gran Baruta and Tapit - and my friends sitting here on my shoulders - I was discovering so much about Gulliver; for instance, how he had brought the English language to Lilliput three hundred or more years before, which was why everyone on the island now spoke two languages, Lilliputian and English. I discovered, in time, that the suit of clothes I was wearing had not been newly made for me, as I had always supposed, but was altered from some of Gulliver's clothes that they had kept and looked after when he left. As for my house, it had been Gulliver's house when he was on Lilliput. Like my clothes, it had been cared for all these years, and looked after, so that everything would be ready for him if he ever came back.
"He never did come back," Gran Baruta told me sadly one evening. "But we never forgot him, never forgot what he did for us, how his wise words changed our life here forever, helped us become who we are. The spirit of Guliver lives on. He may not have come back as we hoped, but you did, Son of Gulliver, you did."
So I was learning more and more about this Gulliver who had been there before me. But about Blufecu, they would tell me nothing. Just a mention of it and everyone fell silent. Blufescu was a closed subject.