by Tove Jansson
My introduction to all things Moomin continues with this, the second full-length book. More characters are introduced: tiny thieving Thingumy and Bob and the much anticipated (by me) Groke.
Then — they saw the Groke. Everybody saw her. She sat motionless on the sandy path at the bottom of the steps and stared at them with round, expressionless eyes.
She was not particularly big and didn’t look dangerous either, but you felt that she was terribly evil and would wait forever. And that was awful.
While there was not a lot of Groke in this book, I was not disappointed.
As compared to Comet, this book had less doom (no apocalypse) but still a relatively amount of, not quite gloom, I suppose, but uncertainty and sadness. There are strange adventures, and consequences, and the balancing of being a part of with needing time alone. (Snufkin is becoming another favorite character of mine.)
Jansson’s illustrations add to the quirkiness of the stories, while inviting you to imagine, even more deeply, the people and scenes in Moomin valley. I’m definitely hooked now, and will be looking to read more Moomin, and for more of Jannson’s drawing.