I love E.B. White and was so looking forward to a sweet little book but "Stuart Little" did not make me love him and he has the height advantage. By the end of the book, Stuart is an uptight anal control freak obsessively changing his shirts and lashing out at people when he can't get his way. Where is a glue trap when you need one?
There were moments of lovely and when I read this paragraph I wanted to go back a century to visit this grass is always greener country town.
"IN THE loveliest town of all, where the houses were white and high and the elm trees were green and higher than the houses, where the front yards were wide and pleasant and the back yards were bushy and worth finding out about, where the streets sloped down to the stream and the stream flowed quietly under the bridge, where the lawns ended in orchards and the orchards ended in fields and the fields ended in pastures and the pastures climbed the hill and disappeared over the top toward the wonderful wide sky, in this loveliest of all towns Stuart stopped to a drink of sarsaparilla."
-E.B. White. Stuart Little
Thursday, February 18, 2010
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