Eric isn’t really a hero. He’s a dunce, a nitwit, a twit and possibly some other insults I can’t remember. These are doled out by everyone in his life, from his parents to his teacher, and to begin with I found the book quite difficult to read as it just seemed really mean.
Well, it is really mean. Isn’t it.
The pictures are of a sort of feudal setting, with the family living in what looks like a smallholding or cottage garden (Eric leaves the gate open and the sheep get in). The clothes however look urchin/victorian to me which is a little odd.
Plot wise, well, you’ve got a monster. And Eric being a dunce, nitwit, twit etc turns out, via a slight misunderstanding, to be useful in a couple of ways. This is a book that could easily be used to spark a lot of useful conversations around name calling, bullying and so on, or perhaps self esteem problems. More than that though, it is just beautifully done.