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The Little Lion who Lost her Roar {what we’re reading}


This one’s Elma’s choice. Literally.  We were having a quiet snuggly afternoon and I plomped a little pile in front of her, and watched and waited, curling up in a shaft of unexpected sunlight to pretend that it wasn’t decidedly autumnal and chilly outside, and that the woolly cardigans were simply for style, and Elma’s little sock-ons merely an accessory not a necessity born of rescuing little blue and white stripy socks from the floor of three different shops this morning in a fruitless effort to prevent tiny toes from turning into tiny blocks of ice (ice, that incidentally appears to prefer being defrosted on my inner forearm).


Well it wasn’t much of a wait; she headed straight for her Little Lion, patted it, turned it upside down, tried to chew it, tried to hit me round the head with it, and nestled into my shoulder to listen to the story.


Poor little Lion, she wakes up one morning and her roar is all gone, just a teeny little raaa in it’s place.  I can’t say I don’t know how she feels.  But whereas my solution rather too frequently involves caffeine and will power, she heads off on an adventure to track it down, possibly because I know where I left my roar – the land of not enough sleep – and Little Lion has no such excuse!


She searches high and low, with all the sound effects I can muster,


and Elma lifts the flaps and helps us to hunt until Little Lion gets too tired to hunt any more, and heads back home to her Mum, who, it turns out, had the key to her roar after all.


As I suspect is blindingly apparent from everything else I’ve ever talked about as part of what we’re reading, I’m helpless in the face of gorgeous illustrations when it comes to baby books, and I think it’s a valid weakness.  After all, it’s not like Elma can read the words, so the illustrations have to do all the work where she and her sister, are concerned.


Little Lion is just so sweet you can’t help but love her, if ever an illustration could bring out my maternal side, this is it.  Actually Jedda Robaard’s talent knows no bounds – her website is just lovely, and I’ll freely admit to some serious hankering after some of her prints for Elma and Kitty’s bedrooms.

But I digress.  It’s not a long book, and not a complicated story either, but I think that makes it perfect for reading with Elma.  Anything longer and we’d never find out what happened before a certain someone might just decide to have a little lick of the cover, and with my tiniest girl a little lacking in the roar department herself at the moment thanks to a sniffly cold which may or may not mark the imminent arrival of the long awaited teeth, it seemed a very apt story to tell.

Hopefully as she starts to head off into the big wide world of nursery she’ll always remember that her Mama is her safe place to come and find her roar.

Maggie Stone

This week Lucy and Kelle have been squeezing a little reading into their crazy busy days so do go to see what they’ve been reading, and if you’ve seen something you think we all ought to be reading, join in the linky.

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  • Anna-Marie 17/09/2013 at 11:08 am

    I love it when my little boy just creeps up to me with book in hand and we just relax on the sofa and read. Those are the best reading times in my eyes, as well as bedtime reading 🙂

    Looks like a really sweet book 🙂

    • Carie 17/09/2013 at 5:14 pm

      Definitely the best times – and Elma is just at such a snuggly age, the chance to curl up and real stories is irresistible!

  • Katie @mummydaddyme 18/09/2013 at 9:28 pm

    We love this one! x

    • Carie 18/09/2013 at 11:37 pm

      It’s so sweet – I need to check out the zebra one too with Christmas rapidly approaching.