I sorta hate the world of Thomas the Tank Engine. It all seems so dour. And it’s weird that the moral of every story is that the trains should strive to be “really useful.” What is this crap? Indoctrination for unthinking worker bees?
There’s a bin filled with Thomas books at the library. Besides the messed-up messages, they’re long and clunky. I usually try to get my kid to avoid that section so he won’t see them. But yesterday he spied them from afar and latched onto two immediately. On the plus side, it’s pretty cool to see Miles interested in more complicated books lately.
One of his picks was the story of the mysterious engine, Lady. We’ve had Lady in our train collection for some time, and she’s a consistent favorite with Miles. I’d always wondered where Lady comes from since she has yet to appear in the show or the books we’d read so far. This book is her story.
It’s totally different from the other stories we’ve read. There is magic and “shavings all the colors of the rainbow” and a very special cousin of Mr. Conductor who “appeared in a wonderful cascade of sparkles.”
Take a look. It’s no ordinary Thomas story.