A Mouse Called Miika

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So it was a joy when Miika finally found another mouse to hang out with. Bridget the Brave lived in a tree with a messy hoard of mushrooms and stolen cheese. Unlike Miika, she wanted nothing to do with the other creatures of the Far North.

For days and weeks after leaving the tree hole, he spent every night shivering from cold and fear, never finding enough mushrooms to eat, sleeping under soggy leaves and dreaming of having a full tummy.When Nikolas left the only home he had ever known, it was a mouse named Miika who kept him company, and it was Miika who accompanied him on his journey to the Far North, in search of his father. But before the events of A Boy Called Christmas, this little mouse was the hero of his own story. But Ulla just rolled over in her sleep. And Miika left the darkness and the damp and his siblings and headed out into the world. I was a 100% not fan of Bridget the Brave! I mean, I love her name. I love that she speaks up and isn’t going to be shy. But I didn’t like how she pushed Miika. Made him feel bad if he didn’t want to do anything, using the I am your only friend card heavily. I didn’t like how she just wouldn’t see that elves and the others aren’t that bad. Instead she kept badmouthing them even though she knew that Miika cared about them. I just wanted to shove a giant snowball into her face. 😐 She should be renamed to Bridget the Rude. Or Bridget the Angry. At the very top of a country that humans call Finland is a little town called Elfhelm, which is the most unique place on the whole planet. A place you won’t find on any map. A place full of brightly colored wooden houses on winding streets. A place full of elves and flying reindeer and the occasional pixie. A Mouse Called Miika is an epic adventure story on a miniature scale. It’s a tale of mice and men (and more mice). It is about one independent mouse who gets fed up with the other mice, and sets out on a quest of his own to prove that cheese exists, and learns to appreciate other creatures. It is also a tale of great love (of cheese) and great danger. And learning the lesson that, with cheese, as with life, what matters most is not how strongly you smell, but how strong you are on the inside.

And Miika spent those early days very hungry indeed. He was the weakest, smallest, youngest, most ignored and underfed mouse in the whole crowded, dark, damp tree hole, and probably had the rumbliest tummy in the entire universe. One of the mice was called Miika. He was the less scruffy of the two, but still a little bit scruffy. The brown fur on his chest and tummy was often dotted with mushroom crumbs. Unlike his friend, Miika liked the elves, the reindeer, and the pixies of Elfhelm. Miika heard voices and turned to see Nikolas walking briskly across the field, making boot prints in the snow. His head was bowed, and he was busy talking to some elves from the workshop. He had been pushed aside and squashed and squished and squeezed, and in the end had been left with only the tiniest of crumbs. Illustriert wurde das Buch, wie bereits Matt Haigs vorherige Weihnachtsbücher, von Chris Mould. Er hat die Erzählung mit zahlreichen detailreichen schwarz-weiß Illustrationen versehen und egal ob die kleineren oder die ganz- und doppelseitigen Bilder – alle harmonieren sie hervorragend zum Geschehen im Text und machen das Lesen zu einem einzigartigen Erlebnis.

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I liked the structure of the books. I recommend it to anyone who likes to read to their heart's content, from 8 years old and up. TA An epic escapade, the story of a mouse named Miika who never knew his dad, and although he knew his mum, Ulla, was ’ very, very very tired’ with thirteen little mice to care for, she fell asleep before she could get around to naming him. He was always hungry, the weakest and the smallest, the last one born, and the one who went largely ignored by his Mum. So one early morning, when the other mice are sleeping, he decides to leave his home in the tree. He pauses before leaving, saying goodbye to everyone, including his Mum, but no one is listening.

When she woke up, Miika was just one of one hundred and nine mice she had given birth to that year, in a total of eleven litters. While some of those other babies were already brown and furry, unlike the pink and hairless gang of newborns, she still found it difficult to keep up with them all. And so she didn’t bother, and Miika spent his first few days and weeks believing he was called “That One” or “Him over There” or “Please Get Off” or “Your Bum Is in My Face.” Ratatouille meets Roald Dahl in the funny and fantastical story of a determined mouse on a mission to procure the world's tastiest cheese. From the author of A Boy Called Christmas– now a Netflix movie starring Kristen Wiig, Maggie Smith and Henry Lawfull! The reason his dad--Munch--didn’t know Miika existed was because when Miika was born, Munch was being eaten by a great gray owl. And it’s hard to be a good parent when you’re busy being digested. A Mouse Called Miika is a middle-grade children’s book in the Christmas series by British author, Matt Haig. Miika, the 101st son of (very tired) Ulla and (deceased) Munch, departed the tree hole where he was born without a name. After discovering how hard it was to survive in The World Outside, he was overjoyed to inhabit the cabin deep in the woods of Finland where Joel and Nikolas eked out a living. He was equally happy to join the quest Nikolas made to the Far North, and very satisfied to be living near Elfhelm in a tiny cottage with the Truth Pixie, where Loka the elf occasionally gives him cheese. It wasn’t because mice don’t give each other names. Because they do. Of course they do. It’s just that normally parents give baby mice their names when they are born, and the trouble with Miika’s parents was that they didn’t actually know he existed.Sorry . . . sorry . . . sorry . . . oh . . . so sorry!” he said as everyone tutted and squeaked and grumbled and ouched at him. Blitzen said nothing. Blitzen never said anything. Blitzen just lay there in the snow of the Reindeer Field, watching his reindeer friends chasing each other around in the air above and (possibly) wishing the mouse would leave him alone. The part with the trolls, OH MY GOSH, I loved it. It brought a sense of danger to the book! An extra spice bit of spice to make the book even better~ Eine Weihnachtsmaus namens Miika“ erzählt eine warmherzige, spannende und lustige Geschichte über Mut, wahre Freundschaft, dem Wunsch nach Zugehörigkeit, das Treffen von richtigen Entscheidungen und den Glauben an sich selbst (und natürlich auch über Käse). When he makes friends with a fellow mouse, Miika thinks he can relax. But really, his quest is just beginning…