I somehow missed the Brown family during the first decade of my life. But I almost don’t mind because it’s so much fun to get to know them with my girl during her first decade.
If all you know of this bear is his iconic hat, you’re missing a lot of laughs.
Bond plays it just right. No one actually questions the fact that a bear is walking and talking (and cooking and cleaning and shopping). But the more refined members of London society are less than thrilled to draw him into their circles.
The head waiter at a French restaurant, for instance, refuses to seat Paddington’s group.
“I’m afraid the young gentleman isn’t wearing evening dress,” he says with an eye on the clothes-less bear.
Judy leaps to his defense: “Bears don’t have evening dress. They have evening fur – and Paddington’s has been washed specially.”
The head waiter is silenced, and the Brown’s party is seated.
Paddington himself blithely drifts through his days, bent on helping but leaving a wide path of messes and upheaval in his wake. Bond writes him as oblivious but even my 8-year-old can see the trouble coming every time. Her out-loud laughs made the book for me.
Every chapter is its own little story – the day Paddington went to the “launderette,” his first movie, dinner out – perfect for reading in its entirety right before bed.
And there’s the whole beautiful 50-years-old-and-also-British thing going on.
Mrs. Bird, the housekeeper, compliments Paddington on his efforts while she was out of town and Mr. and Mrs. Brown were sick: “That young bear’s one of the old school.”
Paddington is happy but confused.
But “when Mr. Gruber explained to him that it meant he was very reliable, Paddington felt even more pleased. Compliments from Mrs. Bird were very rare. ‘But all the better for having when they come, Mr. Brown,’ said Mr. Gruber. ‘All the better for having when they come.’”