This book was one of my favourites as a child. I remember clearly the protagonist, a young minstrel who travels the countryside with his dog. But back then, I didn’t think much of the father in the story. He worries about his son but knows that he needs to let him explore and experience the world. Perhaps that’s part of the genius of great books: rereading them reveals to us how much we’ve changed and grown. Now I can’t wait to read this book with my son. I hope he enjoys it as much as I did.
! Remark: “Mind Fragment” posts are fictitious prose, and none of them is about me.