A famous author, Dickens, takes the time to tell the story of our Savior in his own words and for his children. The story was well written, had tidbits of extra interest to keep the children engaged, and drew from the scriptures.
I didn't love Dicken's personal additions to or interpretations of scripture, and given that it's not a fantastic classic that the world can learn from, I'm saddened that Dicken's posterity went against his express wishes and published it. (They 'technically' weren't violating Dicken's exact words, but desecrated the spirit of what he wanted for this manuscript, which was to have it kept solely for his children and grandchildren and etc.) I feel I'm doing the author a disservice by opening the cover and reading words he didn't want me to see. I couldn't shake the feeling and it colored my perception of the story every moment I was reading it. Those of you who won't feel the qualms seeping into your soul, sent express from Dicken's ghost, may enjoy the book a great deal more than I.
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