If you asked me what my favorite read-aloud book is, I’d have to say Men of Iron by Howard Pyle. I first read it to my children sometime in the mid ’80’s and again in the ’90’s and who knows how many times we’ve listened to the recorded book version. Just now I re-read the last chapter. And again I cried, as all of us do at the last chapter, no matter how many times we’ve heard it. I won’t say why, because that would give the story away, but it’s a happy cry.
Read it now, this month, as perhaps your end-of-the-winter, wrapped in blankets, cosy read-aloud finale.
Here is the crying part.