The magic of a story for children may lie in many things - the story itself, the characters, a myth, humour, evocation of a place or time, so many things. The simple beauty of it is that it may form a part of you, get beneath your skin so to speak, almost as easily as the lessons your parents teach you. And the reason is not hard to find. It is so often the first time you have encountered, in print or in real life, what it presents. The eponymous Stig is a Stone Age man and he was the first I ever met, in print or in real life. The image of him, hunkered down in his damp cave, staring in Neolithic wonder at the flaring miracle of a modern match, is what captured me and I suppose it will always be a part of me. And that is all I remembered, the rest of the book simply fell away from my mind, being of a lesser quality, and belonging in another book - or that is how I now feel as an adult revisiting my sense of wonder. Read it for Stig.
The review of this Book prepared by Michael JR Jose