A review by dostojevskijs
The Boy Who Swam with Piranhas, by David Almond

4.0

Ever since Stanley Pott's parents died, he has been living with his aunt and uncle. They're great, really. But Stan's uncle recently got the taste for canning fish, and he has turned the whole house into a can factory – he's used up every room to the point where Stan lives in a cupboard, waiting for his uncle to get over his fish canning passion.

But when his aunt and uncle are suddenly thrown out of their house by the department of fishy business and his uncle cooks twelve of Stan's beloved gold fish; he sees no other choice but to leave. Thankfully, there's a circus in town and they offer to take Stan along with them. Suddenly, he is on a true adventure where he doesn't only have to clean plastic ducks and give out prices but he also searches for tents that suddenly appear out of nowhere and he meets the eccentric but brilliant Pancho Pirelli who is able to swim in a tank full of piranhas without getting as much as a chew on his ankle.

Pancho Pirelli sees something in Stanley, and offers to train him to take his place one day. But is Stanley bold and brave enough to dive into a tank of piranhas, and make his own destiny?

Stanley is honestly such a wonderful character. He is sweet, caring and has such a heart of gold – it is hard not to love him from the first page. He hasn't had any easy life but he is so concerned about all living things, and even makes sure the fish that he has to give as prices at the circus are well taken care of by making the winners sign a contract where they promise to take well care of the fish.

It's a hilarious and sweet story about bravery but also about family and caring about others than yourself. It is definitely a children's book but it's just as entertaining at the age of nineteen; at least almost, anyway. But I guess the difference is that a child would consider it an adventure story whilst I want to categorise it as a story about family and love.

God, I wish I could be more like Stanley Pott. Just a little bit. We should all be more like Stanley Pott. It definitely wouldn't hurt. But I guess every circus would be over-crowded with no actual audience if that was the case. Oh well.