There are some picture books that everybody remembers from their childhood, and I’m picking The tiger who came to tea is up there for most people.
Sophie and her mummy are having tea when the doorbell rings. To their surprise the door is opened by a big, furry, stripy tiger who is very hungry. A festival of eating ensues. The tiger departs, leaving a house empty of anything edible.
I’ve been musing on the timeless appeal of this book, and I think pretty much it’s all just about the gorgeousness of the tiger. Any other opinions?
A lovely classic.
Check out The tiger who came to tea at Auckland Libraries.
Or buy The tiger who came to tea from Fishpond.