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“Deep in the southernmost part of Alabama, along the banks of a lazy winding river, lies the sleepy little community known as Lost River, a place that time itself seems to have forgotten. After a startling diagnosis from his doctor, Oswald T. Campbell leaves behind the cold and damp of the oncoming Chicago winter to spend what he believes will be his last Christmas in the warm and welcoming town of Lost River. There he meets the postman who delivers mail by boat, the store owner who nurses a broken heart, the ladies of the Mystic Order of the Royal Polka Dots Secret Society, who do clandestine good works. And he meets a little redbird named Jack, who is at the center of this tale of a magical Christmas when something so amazing happened that those who witnessed it have never forgotten it. Once you experience the wonder, you too will never forget A Redbird Christmas

I am not normally a fan of Christmas stories. This story was less about Christmas (except for the last couple chapters) and more about what a community should look like. It shows how a small community can look out for each other and how I wish more places in the world could be. It was a quick read. I finished it in about two hours, but it was worth the time I spent on it for  the most part.

One of the plot lines was a small bird was shot with a BB gun by some kids. This giant man came out and saved the poor bird and didn’t have the heart to put it out of its misery. Instead the man fixes the bird up as best as he can and raises the bird. The bird then becomes his best friend and changes the way the entire town works. This one act of kindness, something I really admire the character for, changed everyone’s lives for the better. This book was heart warming, made me laugh, and made me cry.

There is a plot line where the bird literally falls in love with a disabled girl and in this friendship endears the entire town to her. This bird in the end saved this little girl’s life. The bird, Jack, did nothing more than cuddle up to the girl and play with her everyday, but those simple things that he seemed to enjoy too made a huge difference.

The story itself was fantastic and as always I loved Fannie Flagg’s writing, but the ending killed me. Not only was it the most predictable outcome possible, it felt rushed. The book ended with the Christmas miracle plot (which happened the day after Christmas) and everyone getting happy endings. Usually I hate happy endings and this is no exception. I hated this ending as it tied everything up so neatly and so quickly that I felt like the author just threw it on the end because she was getting tired of writing the book and wanted to move on to her next project.


4 out of five stars. I would recommend this book.

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