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This book is a sequel to Circus Mirandus by Cassie Beasley.

I read this book with my 4.5 year old. In this story, Jack and Annie go to the first Thanksgiving with the Pilgrims and Wampanoag Native Americans in Plymouth. Squanto was the strongest presence but otherwise I felt this was a lot of unrealized potential.

Sosososo awesome. it held my attention the whole time through and had many unpredictable points. IT IS AWSOMESAUCE

This book is the first in a series full of fun adventure, fantasy, and romance. There are plot twists around every corner, or in this case, every.

Really interesting read!!

Super good and really good for birdwatching.

Only 90 pages in but its a very helpful book, I already feel like i've notice changes in my life simply by implementing and being more aware of my habits.

I’m personally interpreting this as a metaphor for sudden disability. The way Gregor is hindered in all of his tasks and has to get used to his new body. His family is ashamed of him and keep him locked in his room and they feel relieved when he dies. It’s honestly really sad.

Helen Cartwright, 83 y/o, has returned to her family home in a small village in England after 60 years in Australia to die. Not that she has a diagnosis beyond being old. She has been back for 3 years, but returned still actively grieving the abrupt loss of her husband and the tragic loss of her son. She is very lonely and isolated. She does the same thing most days and memories do not give her comfort. Then she unwittingly brings a 5” male mouse into her house. He decides to stay with her and she decides to care for him. (This is not a talking mouse or an anthropomorphic rodent). To care for him she starts meeting a few people she can connect with as she moves from removing the mouse by trapping to naming Sipsworth and hoping wildlife rescue group will take him to making Sipsworth a housemate. Eventually it is revealed that Helen has done significant things. Slow start. A comforting book. Perhaps this book raises awareness of long term grieving, loneliness, sadness and isolation in people in our lives (or in ourselves).