I got this one out of the library this week, The Fly by Petr Horacek. Both the 7-year-old and 2-year-old were read this in a post-lunch storytelling session as part of Mum’s ‘clever’ plan to tone down the Easter holiday madness by a few notches. The story’s told from the perspective of the fly and there are some surreal surprises in the way the story’s presented. Going by the laughs and demand for an encore, I’d say this book is a hit.
I am not familiar with Horacek’s oeuvre and was suitably surprised to see the number of books he’s written. Turns out he’s born in Prague, just like This Is London’s Miroslav Sasek. Is there a Czech pattern I notice here?
And this is how the story begins.
Two goggly eyes, six hairy legs, two transparent wings…
The House Fly.
But people don’t like me being in the house.
See what I mean?