First off, let me apologize for my lack of being here lately. Things have been, not great, around here and I let everything fall to the wayside. That isn’t fair to our readers or to the other foxes and hound. I’m truly sorry for neglecting you all. I hope you can all forgive me as I am trying to turn things back around in my life. That includes being here. I have always loved being a fox, getting to talk and get to know you all over the years has been a blessing. I lost part of myself and am fighting to get that back.
Now, on to this week’s review. Since this pandemic started I have been reading classics with Wyatt. We read Narnia, The Little House series, The Secret Garden. He is loving these books and I am enjoying discovering them all over again. We decided to go with one that I have never read, so we grabbed our copy of Mary Poppins. We snuggled in with a cat stretched out across my legs and two puppies on Wyatt’s lap and began to read. We made it four chapters in before I finally told Wyatt that I couldn’t finish it. He wanted to keep reading so I read another chapter the next night but still felt the same. So my son took the book from me and told me he would finish it on his own.
I have always wanted to read Mary Poppins. Part of the reason I could not finish it was the flow of the story. It didn’t seem to fit together. The story just seemed very choppy to me. The chapters didn’t seem like continuations from the previous one. It was more like they were short stories shoved together in a book. I am certain that another reason I could not finish it is because I have loved the movie for as long as I can remember. Mary Poppins has always been this sweet, magical nanny but in the bit of the book that I read she comes across as arrogant and a little mean.
Have you ever started a book that you have been looking forward to reading only to be disappointed?