A review by apostrophen
The Dance, by Jonathan Linton, Richard Paul Evans
5.0
So, are you feeling weepy? Are you feeling like your day could only be improved by blubbering, full on ugly-cry-mode complete with nose bubbles and choking noises? Need to be blotchy and incoherent with sheer sadness?
Have I got the book for you.
Now, I'm not a sucker for family stories. At all. In fact, they generally leave me cold (and a bit frustrated for those of us who didn't have anything of the sort), but this story doesn't project an "all dads are like this" nor an "all daughters are like this" but rather "here is a story of a father and his daughter." It's cute at the start, and there's a wee bit of overprotectiveness and typical borderline-girls-need-to-be-protected-from-all-boys dadishness in the teen years, but as the story progressed, I went from, "Huh, this is really beautifully illustrated," to "Okay, this is cute," to "Oh wow," to "Oh no," to "They wouldn't do this in a children's book..." to the above aforementioned public ugly-cry in the middle of the children's section at work.
Have I got the book for you.
Now, I'm not a sucker for family stories. At all. In fact, they generally leave me cold (and a bit frustrated for those of us who didn't have anything of the sort), but this story doesn't project an "all dads are like this" nor an "all daughters are like this" but rather "here is a story of a father and his daughter." It's cute at the start, and there's a wee bit of overprotectiveness and typical borderline-girls-need-to-be-protected-from-all-boys dadishness in the teen years, but as the story progressed, I went from, "Huh, this is really beautifully illustrated," to "Okay, this is cute," to "Oh wow," to "Oh no," to "They wouldn't do this in a children's book..." to the above aforementioned public ugly-cry in the middle of the children's section at work.