Red Ranger Came Calling

This book almost made me happy cry. It was just so lovely. It’s not your typical christmas book at all. It’s a little lengthy and verbose, but the story of Red and his want of a Tweed bicycle is such a lovely story, that may or may not be based on truth. I loved every minute of it and will be seeking a copy for my permanent collection.

A wonderfully nostalgic children's story, more bittersweet and substantial than his others, about a young boy in 1939, who wants to believe that an old mysterious hermit is Santa Claus, and the power and painful feelings that go with the need for faith in something. Berkely Breathed has created a lovely and powerful tale from his father's story, with a socko ending that reaffirms the power of belief.

Like all of Berkeley Breathed's children's books, Red Ranger Came Calling is a charming example of his story-telling ability that can stand marvelously on it's own without the help of his more famous friend, Opus. A powerful story that holds firm to the power of belief.

This story is one of Berke Breathed's father and his encounter with someone who may or may not be Santa posing as a retired hermit. The story is much longer than most picture books so it definitely would wear out your average younger reader before they got to the end, but the story is a lot of fun all the same if you manage to get past the tiny font and excessive words per page.

I would hang on to this book for an older child. At times I wasn't so sure where the book was going... I was a little uneasy, and I suppose that mirrored the young protagonist's skepticism. Where the book goes--the ending--is the best part.

This is a book bout the retelling of a story the was told to the author on each Christmas Eve of his Childhood. This is my least favorite of his series.

I saw that bicycle stuck in that tree... This story is a true one! You can bet on it.