J. A. Myhre has shared another Rwendigo Tale with her readers. The Rwendigo Tales were originally intended for her children to share with them what life is like growing up in Africa. What a beautiful way to share your story and leave a legacy! I’m so glad she didn’t keep these stories within her family because my family has greatly enjoyed each Rwendigo Tale that she has written. My son sits still and loves hearing about a country he would love to visit.
One thing that I most appreciate about her stories is that she doesn’t make it all glamourous. She’s not afraid to share the hard and difficult stories, some of which I’m sure she lives through daily. As a doctor in East Africa, she sees so much pain, heartbreak, while still experiencing some joy. So these stories are written from her heart and her love for East Africa covers the pages. My 7-year-old and 9-year-old both enjoyed this book, but they were 5 when they first read A Chameleon, A Boy, and a Quest. They still remember what each book is about. Even though they are hard topics for little kids, I want my children to know how to be praying for kids around the world. This opened their eyes and helped their prayers to change. Our family has had so many wonderful conversations after reading these books as read-alouds.
Kusiima has no one to take care of him. His parents are gone, so if he is going to survive, it’ll be up to him. So he does what one has to do and works to help take care of his grandma and his sister, who isn’t well. Life takes a sudden change for him when he’s invited to go into the jungle with a group of men. There, he learns that not all men are honorable, respectable, or truthful. He decides to do what is right, but it comes at a cost, possibly to his life.
I would highly recommend this entire series for your family to read together. There is action that satisfies those adventure-seekers, but there’s a little something for everyone throughout the whole story. I promise you’ll have some fantastic conversations with your family, if you decide to read them aloud!
About the Book:
Follow along with thirteen-year-old Kusiima in the third book of J.A. Myhre’s The Rwendigo Tales.
Just thirteen years old, Kusiima has no time for school, sports, or hanging out with the other boys in his African village. With no father or mother to take care of him, he works long hours to support his grandmother and sickly baby sister. Then one day, Kusiima’s life suddenly changes when he travels into a nearby protected forest. In the forest, Kusiima is presented with many choices, all with uncertain outcomes. Should he go along with illegal logging? Help to save an endangered baby gorilla? Follow a donkey to who knows where?
With each choice, Kusiima has to make yet another decision about what is right in front of him. As he does, he meets a mysterious doctor who holds the key to his past and his future. In the end, Kusiima is faced with the hardest choice of all. Can he forgive a great wrong and heal a broken relationship?
Readers of all ages won’t want to put down this exciting book that addresses current realities like AIDS, malnutrition, and environmental destruction, all set in a richly detailed African adventure story. Following along as Kusiima makes his decisions, readers will find themselves considering their own choices and growing in empathy for others. This action-packed tale of a boy, his sister, and an orphaned gorilla is also a clear call to give up bitterness and forgive deep hurts, restoring broken lives and relationships.
J. A. Myhre serves as a doctor with Serge in East Africa where she has worked for over two decades. She is passionate about health care for the poor, training local doctors and nurses, promoting childhood nutrition and development, and being the hands of Jesus in the hardest places. She is married to her best friend and colleague Scott, and together they have raised four children for whom many of her stories were written as Christmas presents.
I received this book free from Litfuse Publicity Group in exchange for my honest opinion of this book.