Lazy Self-Indulgent Book Reviews

I’m not sure there are more beautiful books than this, really.  Are you?  

And the books, for me, that come closest (“Watership Down,” “Winnie-The-Pooh,” etc.) are so clearly part of the same project, this sort of grassy Englishness, this way of writing about childhood that reminds you of the way parents and children were not….close, then, per se.  And so you see animals instead of adults, and quiet, and introspection, and wee noses to the ground.

And I just absolutely love it.