It was an age that I wanted to read a book by Michael Morpurgo
but for a reason or another I hadn't never found a copy. I found a children's book written by him at the second-hand bookshop of Umbertide. The title, The Butterfly Lion. I finished this children's book in 2 hours or so.
The story is absolutely fascinating.
Written on 1996, this one is the story of a friendship between a kid and a white lion, a rarity, but sometimes it happens.
Modern times: a boy decides of going away from the horrible school where his parents put him.
Walking in the countryside he meets a big house with an old lady. She asks him if he wants to come on in, offering him a lot of scones and various cup of teas. They start to talk and the story is this one.
Bertie lived in Africa, we are at the beginning of the 1900s and once he discovered a mother lion with his little one, completely white. Once returned home he tells the story to his parents but no one believe him. Then, the tragedy: the white little lion becomes orphan because his dad killed the mother. Bertie, meeting again the little lion asks to his father if he can keep him home. All the family accept. That little lion is nice, he is not violent and he grows up peacefully, till the day that the parents of Bertie decide of selling it to the owner of a french circus. They could not keep a lion forever. They become big animals.
For Bertie is a real shock, but the promise is great: once he would have found him again and they would have been reunited.
From Africa, Bertie affords in the UK for studying. He wouldn't want to study too distantly but after all he will be more close to his white lion.
He grows up with close to him another friend, who later would have become his wife; at first, played together, then when in the teen-age age they not understood that they loved each other; they were separated by war, and only later their reunion and the discovery of the white lion.
The end if wonderful; I do strongly believe in these magical meetings.
It's a children's book written incredibly well, with great love, passion and I adored it.
Anna Maria Polidori
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