I love this story. In all renditions. (Most particularly in the form of Blackadder’s Christmas Carol, but we don’t want to get me started on THAT.) And yet, at the same time, this book has not become one of those books I read every Christmas. Maybe one day it’ll be a tradition, but there are currently already 3 other books that I have to read every year at Christmas (Louisa May Alcott’s The Quiet Little Woman, Chris Van Allsburg’s The Polar Express and James Herriot’s The Christmas Day Kitten), and you can only reread so many books at one point in time without getting behind on all those other books that you want to read.
I usually don’t read the forewords and afterwords of books – I usually just want to get right on with the story, but occasionally, if I’ve already read the book a couple of times and want some more in depth knowledge surrounding the book, I will tackle them. This was one of such times, and I have to say that I had no idea that this was one of five Christmas books that Dickens’ wrote. (The others being The Chimes, The Cricket on the Hearth, The Battle of Life and The Haunted Man.) Even though A Christmas Carol is considered his best Christmas book, I’m now curious to read the others, though probably won’t get around to that until next Christmas, what with all the other books I have planned for the next month or so.
This book totally put me more into the Christmas spirit, which, if you were to ask anyone who has encountered me in the past month, is probably the LAST thing I needed. Ah well. On a side note, this is one of two Dickens’ books I had on the go at the same time. I’m also attempting my first Podiobook (an audio book done as a podcast), and for some reason decided to go with A Tale of Two Cities. I’m not sure about my choice of books for my first in podiobook format, wondering if perhaps I should have chosen something a little lighter, but hey! It’s all good fun.