A book that I’ve bought (again
at the Blackheath Book Sale!) because my former English teacher recommended it
to me.
The good things I can say of
this are: it’s cute, it’s an easy and relaxing summer read, it reminded me of
Pippi Longstocking, and it’s so much better than the Winter Book (then again, hardly the literary accomplishment of a
lifetime).
And there are ultimately no
bad things I can say about this book, other than the fact that it’s “cute” (which
I earlier listed as a positive, but it’s undeniably also a big limitation) and that I really wish it had some sort of development rather than
being ultimately a collection of free-standing short-stories. Or, yet again,
maybe I’m just not deep and poetic (or, crucially in this case, a woman – as I
believe a book like this appeals more to a female audience).
But one thing did blow my
mind: back in the day those extremely sweet characters who lived in close
contact with nature found it perfectly ok to dump their rubbish in the sea. Oh
the times they-are-a-changing (very rightfully!)…
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