The Boy Who Could Fly

This is a children's book through and through: larger letters (though not as large as those one-sentence-per-page picture books), pages filled with drawings, and simpler words. It's short too; I read it in less than an hour. The plot isn't really that hard to understand; we have an average boy in an average family. Then he meets a particularly fat fairy who grants him one birthday wish: to fly. But the adults, too busy with their grown-up problems, won't believe that he can fly, even when they see him somersaulting right in front of them. Especially his dad. This book has some issues that don't normally grace childrens' books (though in a very simple form), but it still has the lighthearted ending the kids would need to sleep soundly. But this is a good grown-up story too. It reminds us that we're growing old because we don't feel young, that there's magic all around and we're just too blind to see it. Life should not be taken too seriously, and it's OK to be different. That said, read this and see for yourself.