There can't have been many people in the world who have told storios as well as Grandma Helen used to tell them. She knew lots of them, and she also made up new ones out of her head. But once she started to get her stories mixed up: actually, it was when she was in the middle of Little Red Riding Hood. And now it's the granddaughter who tells the stories to Grandma Helen.
This is a book where feelings are never far from the surface; it flows nicely, and it's difficult to put down.