I thought this was rather fun. It's sort of cute little creatures going on with adventures of one kind and another. Sometimes there is danger, but they find ways to get out of it. Sometimes weird things happen, like the loss of Moominmamma's purse. But, when it's found again—actually someone nabbed it because the inside pockets made a nice snug place to sleep—the joy is so great that they have a giant party for the whole of Moomin Valley.
I dunno, I rather like the idea of taking joy in life and in gathering up strange waifs to add to one's family (obviously, the Moomins wouldn't have a problem taking in refugees, unlike some
folks we could mention). My spouse found the first book in this series that I checked out to be just too bland for her liking, so she wouldn't read this, the second one I checked out. She did, however, return both Moomin books to the library for me, bless her heart.
I have a feeling, whatever my spouse might think, that I'm not done with the Moomins. But first, my spouse insists I re-visit Pooh and The Wind in the Willows
. And so I shall: I've found kindle versions of both. [Nope, I didn't. I went to the library to snag more Moomins]