“Why didn’t you talk like that in the winter?”said Moomintroll, “It’d have been such a comfort. Little My had always had the gift of having fun on her own, and whatever she might have been thinking about spring, she felt no need to talk about it.

He stopped his tail, which was wagging from pure habit, and thought, “What a pity, I could have slept all those nights instead of sitting here and longing myself silly…” p. One could only be eaten up, and possibly have the time to regret that one had behaved like an ass. They weren’t his brethren at all, and one couldn’t have any fun with them (the wolves). Of course, Moontroll doesn’t make it, for how could the story continue without his interactions with Little My, Too-ticky, or the Groke? Each character is so charming and so original, that I read this book with great delight.Īnd suddenly Sorry-oo (the dog) knew that he had made a mistake. He feels terribly lonely, where, “in the drawing room also, grouped around the biggest porcelain stove of the house, the Moomin family lay sleeping their long winter sleep.” And so, he goes out to find Snufkin who went to the South in October. Moomintroll awakes when a bit of moonlight shines right in his face, and he cannot fall asleep again. Everything that had once moved had become immobile. It also wasn’t green any longer, it was white. The valley was enveloped in a kind of grey twilight. It went slithering down a bit, then it resolutely coasted over the roof edge and sat down with a soft thump.

For the sentences and phrases are powerful when you know enough to appreciate them.Īt dawn the snowdrift on the roof began to move. It is one of those books, in my opinion, which is written for children but is really better suited to adults. And so, I began reading Moominland Midwinter last night, and this time I am utterly entranced.

Moominland midwinter