A sweet book about how a ring travels from the hand of a woman in Ireland all the way to New York City. Most of the book is sweet, showing how the ring endures the passage of the seasons and company of animals, but once it's found in a fish, pawned and sold to a young couple, it just...stops. The picture book set just won't grasp the continuity of love symbolized by the ending. What was enchanting was how the ring "lived" and traveled, and after all that, being sold just fell flat.
However, this could spark interest in found objects for young readers, wondering where they came from, who owned them, and how they were used and cared for. As a lover of antiques myself (and wearer of an heirloom wedding band), I am fully sympathetic to this. The couple at the end just didn't capture my imagination, though other readers might find them more enchanting. Maybe if the pawn shop was left out entirely, and the couple found the ring by happenstance, it would have struck a better chord with me. The pawn shop element just felt too intentional, I guess, not whimsical enough. After spending years growing by an oak tree, being caught in a fawn's hoof, and being carried across the ocean by a bird, ending up in something as ho-hum as a shop was a little boring.