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Winnie-the-Pooh #1-4
Winnie The Pooh Deluxe Gift Box
This unique gift set includes all four of the original A. A. Milne classic books plus Return to the Hundred Acre Wood, the only authorized volume of new tales about Winnie-the-Pooh and his friends.
838 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 1927
About the author
A.A. Milne
1,959 books3,901 followersAlan Alexander Milne (pronounced /ˈmɪln/) was an English author, best known for his books about the teddy bear Winnie-the-Pooh and for various children's poems.
A. A. Milne was born in Kilburn, London, to parents Vince Milne and Sarah Marie Milne (née Heginbotham) and grew up at Henley House School, 6/7 Mortimer Road (now Crescent), Kilburn, a small public school run by his father. One of his teachers was H. G. Wells who taught there in 1889–90. Milne attended Westminster School and Trinity College, Cambridge, where he studied on a mathematics scholarship. While there, he edited and wrote for Granta, a student magazine. He collaborated with his brother Kenneth and their articles appeared over the initials AKM. Milne's work came to the attention of the leading British humour magazine Punch, where Milne was to become a contributor and later an assistant editor.
Milne joined the British Army in World War I and served as an officer in the Royal Warwickshire Regiment and later, after a debilitating illness, the Royal Corps of Signals. He was discharged on February 14, 1919.
After the war, he wrote a denunciation of war titled Peace with Honour (1934), which he retracted somewhat with 1940's War with Honour. During World War II, Milne was one of the most prominent critics of English writer P. G. Wodehouse, who was captured at his country home in France by the Nazis and imprisoned for a year. Wodehouse made radio broadcasts about his internment, which were broadcast from Berlin. Although the light-hearted broadcasts made fun of the Germans, Milne accused Wodehouse of committing an act of near treason by cooperating with his country's enemy. Wodehouse got some revenge on his former friend by creating fatuous parodies of the Christopher Robin poems in some of his later stories, and claiming that Milne "was probably jealous of all other writers.... But I loved his stuff."
He married Dorothy "Daphne" de Sélincourt in 1913, and their only son, Christopher Robin Milne, was born in 1920. In 1925, A. A. Milne bought a country home, Cotchford Farm, in Hartfield, East Sussex. During World War II, A. A. Milne was Captain of the Home Guard in Hartfield & Forest Row, insisting on being plain 'Mr. Milne' to the members of his platoon. He retired to the farm after a stroke and brain surgery in 1952 left him an invalid and by August 1953 "he seemed very old and disenchanted".
He was 74 years old when he passed away in 1956.
A. A. Milne was born in Kilburn, London, to parents Vince Milne and Sarah Marie Milne (née Heginbotham) and grew up at Henley House School, 6/7 Mortimer Road (now Crescent), Kilburn, a small public school run by his father. One of his teachers was H. G. Wells who taught there in 1889–90. Milne attended Westminster School and Trinity College, Cambridge, where he studied on a mathematics scholarship. While there, he edited and wrote for Granta, a student magazine. He collaborated with his brother Kenneth and their articles appeared over the initials AKM. Milne's work came to the attention of the leading British humour magazine Punch, where Milne was to become a contributor and later an assistant editor.
Milne joined the British Army in World War I and served as an officer in the Royal Warwickshire Regiment and later, after a debilitating illness, the Royal Corps of Signals. He was discharged on February 14, 1919.
After the war, he wrote a denunciation of war titled Peace with Honour (1934), which he retracted somewhat with 1940's War with Honour. During World War II, Milne was one of the most prominent critics of English writer P. G. Wodehouse, who was captured at his country home in France by the Nazis and imprisoned for a year. Wodehouse made radio broadcasts about his internment, which were broadcast from Berlin. Although the light-hearted broadcasts made fun of the Germans, Milne accused Wodehouse of committing an act of near treason by cooperating with his country's enemy. Wodehouse got some revenge on his former friend by creating fatuous parodies of the Christopher Robin poems in some of his later stories, and claiming that Milne "was probably jealous of all other writers.... But I loved his stuff."
He married Dorothy "Daphne" de Sélincourt in 1913, and their only son, Christopher Robin Milne, was born in 1920. In 1925, A. A. Milne bought a country home, Cotchford Farm, in Hartfield, East Sussex. During World War II, A. A. Milne was Captain of the Home Guard in Hartfield & Forest Row, insisting on being plain 'Mr. Milne' to the members of his platoon. He retired to the farm after a stroke and brain surgery in 1952 left him an invalid and by August 1953 "he seemed very old and disenchanted".
He was 74 years old when he passed away in 1956.
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July 6, 2018
Throughout reading this beautiful book, I was also enjoyed reminiscing, thinking back to my childhood, remembering those wonderful, carefree days, when all I was concerned about was which penny sweets I should buy with my pocket money. Those were good days. They were the days when I was first introduced to Winnie The Pooh. Yes, he was referred to as a "silly old bear" countless times by Christopher Robin, but he was also "My, silly old bear" as I own a rather huge, soft toy of Winnie The Pooh, and he takes pride of place, sitting on my bed.
The moment I spotted this complete collection, and at the time, it was actually on sale, I just had to have it. No questions asked, I just bought it. This hardback is really something special. It is something I am going to treasure forever, like I will with all my books.
Contained in this treasury, are all the stories and adventures of Pooh and his dear friends, plus two volumes of poems. I'll admit, I didn't care for all of the poetry in here, but that is normally the case with me anyway. I much rather preferred the stories.
The illustrations are beautiful, and yes, the stories are quite sad when you really sit and think about it, and there is such a lot that children and adults can take away and learn from A.A. Milne's writing, and his quotes, if only we all could see it.
The moment I spotted this complete collection, and at the time, it was actually on sale, I just had to have it. No questions asked, I just bought it. This hardback is really something special. It is something I am going to treasure forever, like I will with all my books.
Contained in this treasury, are all the stories and adventures of Pooh and his dear friends, plus two volumes of poems. I'll admit, I didn't care for all of the poetry in here, but that is normally the case with me anyway. I much rather preferred the stories.
The illustrations are beautiful, and yes, the stories are quite sad when you really sit and think about it, and there is such a lot that children and adults can take away and learn from A.A. Milne's writing, and his quotes, if only we all could see it.
October 13, 2017
I bet if he had called it Whiney the Pooh it wouldn't be so popular...
Aw look, out of fucking honey again, why does this always happen to meeee.... and my dealer's been arrested....and they stopped my benefits payments again ...
Aw look, out of fucking honey again, why does this always happen to meeee.... and my dealer's been arrested....and they stopped my benefits payments again ...
September 28, 2025
Unashamed to admit I was crying over a fictional donkey toy’s birthday gifts. If you’ve never read these stories cover to cover, do yourself a favor and get yourself as cozy as possible and crack it open.
4.5/5
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4.5/5
Full review on youtube and instagram @bookbowlchallenge
October 3, 2011
For the Celebrity Death Match Review Tournament, Heart of Darkness (25) versus The Complete Tales and Poems of Winnie-the-Pooh (24)
Pooh was getting rather tired of everyone ganging up on him, and he wondered if there was some way he could grab just a couple more votes. He suddenly thought of his old friend Vikki Blows. Now if he inserted the picture here...
"Oh, help!" said Pooh, as a half-dozen angry comments appeared on his screen.
"If only I hadn't--" he said, as a dozen even more angry messages turned up in his inbox.
"You see, what I meant to do," he explained, as several people unliked his review, "what I meant to do--"
"Of course, it was rather--" he admitted, as they all simultaneously unfriended him.
"It all comes, I suppose," he decided, as the system administrators closed down his account, "it all comes of liking votes so much. Oh, help!"
"But who won?" asked Christopher Robin.
"Pooh did, of course!" I replied. "That silly old Heart of Darkness wasn't even in the story, so Pooh won by default."
"I thought so too," said Christopher Robin. "I just wanted to be sure."
Pooh was getting rather tired of everyone ganging up on him, and he wondered if there was some way he could grab just a couple more votes. He suddenly thought of his old friend Vikki Blows. Now if he inserted the picture here...
"Oh, help!" said Pooh, as a half-dozen angry comments appeared on his screen.
"If only I hadn't--" he said, as a dozen even more angry messages turned up in his inbox.
"You see, what I meant to do," he explained, as several people unliked his review, "what I meant to do--"
"Of course, it was rather--" he admitted, as they all simultaneously unfriended him.
"It all comes, I suppose," he decided, as the system administrators closed down his account, "it all comes of liking votes so much. Oh, help!"
"But who won?" asked Christopher Robin.
"Pooh did, of course!" I replied. "That silly old Heart of Darkness wasn't even in the story, so Pooh won by default."
"I thought so too," said Christopher Robin. "I just wanted to be sure."
September 21, 2011
For the Celebrity Death Match Review Tournament, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (9) versus The Complete Tales and Poems of Winnie-the-Pooh (24)
It was a most enjoyable picnic. Pooh was just finishing the last bit of honey and licking around the edge of the pot in a Contented Way, when he suddenly realised that he was sitting on something. Something damp and squishy. Something...
"Oh bother!!" said Pooh. "Drat and bother and double bother!!! I've sat on two of Rabbit's Friends and Relations! Oh, what will Christopher Robin say!"
Christopher Robin came over and examined the two former mice.
"Pooh," he said gravely, "these are not Friends and Relations. They are Deadly Killer Mice From Outer Space. You are the Best Bear In The World, and you have Saved The Hundred Acre Wood."
And Pooh had never felt so proud and happy in all his life.
It was a most enjoyable picnic. Pooh was just finishing the last bit of honey and licking around the edge of the pot in a Contented Way, when he suddenly realised that he was sitting on something. Something damp and squishy. Something...
"Oh bother!!" said Pooh. "Drat and bother and double bother!!! I've sat on two of Rabbit's Friends and Relations! Oh, what will Christopher Robin say!"
Christopher Robin came over and examined the two former mice.
"Pooh," he said gravely, "these are not Friends and Relations. They are Deadly Killer Mice From Outer Space. You are the Best Bear In The World, and you have Saved The Hundred Acre Wood."
And Pooh had never felt so proud and happy in all his life.
December 4, 2021
Wind in the Willows and Winnie the Pooh, Two in One
Back in the 70s when I learned the term “depravation of environment” at college, I had decided that I had had experienced this greatly in my childhood for I had not read many children’s books outside of Disney’s, which, by the way, were nothing to brag about. So I went to Hinks Department store in Berkeley and came home with “The Wind in the Willows.” I was going to collect and read all the best children’s books.
My friend Bob on Goodreads was reading “Winnie the Pooh” so I decided to do the same, but I wanted to start with this one. Well, It was not interesting. Who wants to read about an ugly mole or a river rat? I suppose the author is trying to make kids like them.
Well, first off, the mole in this story comes above ground and loves seeing nature. Well, let’s not begin by lying to kids. Moles rarely come above ground and they can only see black and white, and I don’t mean like, black and white TV. I mean that they see light and dark, as in, dark underground, light above ground. And the more I read, the more bored I became. The End. I put the book down and went on to another, “Winnie the Pooh.”
Now this book was cute. The author is or was, ingenious. I can handle the animals and even like their way of talking, although I admit, the reader of the first book was great, and I felt like I have heard her voice before and saw her as someone’s aunt, an actress with the bulging eyes who always wore her hair in a bun. The narrator of this book, a man, was just as good. And the stories were better; they were fun.
We have a bear named “Pooh,” a bird named “Christopher Robin, an Owl and a piglet. I don’t recall the owl’s name, but maybe the pig was “Piglet.”
While I hate animals talking; this time it didn’t matter.
The bear wanted to reach the honey in a tall tree, maybe a pine. Instead of climbing, he floated up there in a balloon. Ah, come on. Bears can climb. Still, it was cute. Then he had to figure out how to get down. That was tricky. Maybe these two books hadn’t been written when I was a kid. I would have loved this one.
Another story has Pooh and Company desiring to find the North Pole, wherever it is. All they knew was that there was a pole marking the spot. They pack provisions, that is, food, and then decide to eat it all at once so they wouldn’t have to carry it. Great idea. But what does the pole at North Pole look like? I can tell you: It is red and white striped, much like a Barber pole. Well, I don’t know if they have barber poles anymore except in old timey movies. I wish that we still had them, but I wish a lot of things that I don’t get. One thing that did disappear, thankfully, is the barber shop quartets. I dislike group singing. Give me a country music duet between a man and a woman and I am all ears. And heaven forbid, do not give me Opera.
So, if you had a bad childhood like I had, you owe it to yourself to begin reading all those books you missed. If anyone thinks I should give “The “Wind in the Willow” another try, let me know. If anyone has any other ideas for me to read so I won’t feel so deprived, let me know. I am all ears.
Back in the 70s when I learned the term “depravation of environment” at college, I had decided that I had had experienced this greatly in my childhood for I had not read many children’s books outside of Disney’s, which, by the way, were nothing to brag about. So I went to Hinks Department store in Berkeley and came home with “The Wind in the Willows.” I was going to collect and read all the best children’s books.
My friend Bob on Goodreads was reading “Winnie the Pooh” so I decided to do the same, but I wanted to start with this one. Well, It was not interesting. Who wants to read about an ugly mole or a river rat? I suppose the author is trying to make kids like them.
Well, first off, the mole in this story comes above ground and loves seeing nature. Well, let’s not begin by lying to kids. Moles rarely come above ground and they can only see black and white, and I don’t mean like, black and white TV. I mean that they see light and dark, as in, dark underground, light above ground. And the more I read, the more bored I became. The End. I put the book down and went on to another, “Winnie the Pooh.”
Now this book was cute. The author is or was, ingenious. I can handle the animals and even like their way of talking, although I admit, the reader of the first book was great, and I felt like I have heard her voice before and saw her as someone’s aunt, an actress with the bulging eyes who always wore her hair in a bun. The narrator of this book, a man, was just as good. And the stories were better; they were fun.
We have a bear named “Pooh,” a bird named “Christopher Robin, an Owl and a piglet. I don’t recall the owl’s name, but maybe the pig was “Piglet.”
While I hate animals talking; this time it didn’t matter.
The bear wanted to reach the honey in a tall tree, maybe a pine. Instead of climbing, he floated up there in a balloon. Ah, come on. Bears can climb. Still, it was cute. Then he had to figure out how to get down. That was tricky. Maybe these two books hadn’t been written when I was a kid. I would have loved this one.
Another story has Pooh and Company desiring to find the North Pole, wherever it is. All they knew was that there was a pole marking the spot. They pack provisions, that is, food, and then decide to eat it all at once so they wouldn’t have to carry it. Great idea. But what does the pole at North Pole look like? I can tell you: It is red and white striped, much like a Barber pole. Well, I don’t know if they have barber poles anymore except in old timey movies. I wish that we still had them, but I wish a lot of things that I don’t get. One thing that did disappear, thankfully, is the barber shop quartets. I dislike group singing. Give me a country music duet between a man and a woman and I am all ears. And heaven forbid, do not give me Opera.
So, if you had a bad childhood like I had, you owe it to yourself to begin reading all those books you missed. If anyone thinks I should give “The “Wind in the Willow” another try, let me know. If anyone has any other ideas for me to read so I won’t feel so deprived, let me know. I am all ears.
October 1, 2011
Celebrity Death Match Review Elimination Tournament Round 2
The Complete Tales and Poems of Winnie-the-Pooh vs Heart of Darkness
Hush Hush! Whisper who dares!
Christopher Robin is saying his prayers.
God bless Mummy. I know that's right.
Ooh wasn't it funny at teatime tonight?
There was Tigger and Owl and Kanga and Roo
And Jozef Korzeniowski and Piglet and Pooh
And wasn't Joe greedy? Straight from the sea
He wolfed down the cake and left none for me.
And Owl kept on winking and shaking his head
But nodded and beamed when I only took bread
Then Joe fell to the floor, clutching his tum
And I got so frightened I called for my Mum
But God bless Rabbit and God bless Pooh
For whisking the crumbs away and the plate too
And Joe looked so ill, and his face was so white
And the doctor says that he won't last the night
Oh! Thank you, God, for a lovely day.
And what was the other I had to say?
I said "Bless Rabbit," so what can it be?
Oh! Now I remember it. God bless Me.
Hush Hush! Whisper who dares!
Christopher Robin is saying his prayers.
(Note: No animals were injured during the making of this review)
The Complete Tales and Poems of Winnie-the-Pooh vs Heart of Darkness
Hush Hush! Whisper who dares!
Christopher Robin is saying his prayers.
God bless Mummy. I know that's right.
Ooh wasn't it funny at teatime tonight?
There was Tigger and Owl and Kanga and Roo
And Jozef Korzeniowski and Piglet and Pooh
And wasn't Joe greedy? Straight from the sea
He wolfed down the cake and left none for me.
And Owl kept on winking and shaking his head
But nodded and beamed when I only took bread
Then Joe fell to the floor, clutching his tum
And I got so frightened I called for my Mum
But God bless Rabbit and God bless Pooh
For whisking the crumbs away and the plate too
And Joe looked so ill, and his face was so white
And the doctor says that he won't last the night
Oh! Thank you, God, for a lovely day.
And what was the other I had to say?
I said "Bless Rabbit," so what can it be?
Oh! Now I remember it. God bless Me.
Hush Hush! Whisper who dares!
Christopher Robin is saying his prayers.
(Note: No animals were injured during the making of this review)
May 11, 2017
I got to rediscover the 100 Acre Wood with my youngest sister. <3 Here's what we thought...
Our Review
We love it! It was the little sister’s first time hearing a lot of the stories. We like the relationship of Pooh and Christopher Robin and all the others and all the others. It was funny how all the animals sign their names because they can’t spell. We’ve played Pooh sticks before. Eeyore was actually really funny like how sarcastic he was. We cried at the end.
My Review
To tell the truth, I want to be Winnie-the-Pooh when I grow up. For a bear of very little brain, he’s got a lot of heart. He’s loyal, adorably honest, and a good friend to everyone. In fact, of all the characters, he’s probably the least remarkable or unusual; but his blundering, good-natured contentedness is what makes the story (with a little help from the delightful others, mainly Piglet and Eeyore). As an artist myself, I enjoyed Pooh Bear’s poetry and how he claimed you don’t make poetry it “just comes”. And the literary quality! Oh, I loved every minute. :D
This time around though, it wasn’t just a cute children’s story I was sharing with my youngest sister. It wasn’t just an old classic to make this author’s heart happy. It was a story that reminded me of God’s love for me. As I thought about Pooh’s ordinary-ness and his relationship to Christopher Robin, it was as if I were accidentally reading an allegory. Who does Pooh bring all his troubles to? Who fondly says “silly old bear” then helps him out? Who loves him as a friend?
It may seem like a stretch, but it was often on my mind as the story progressed. Here’s when I started crying…
“What do you like doing best in the world, Pooh?” “Well,” said Pooh, “what I like best—” and then he had to stop and think. Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn’t know what it was called. And then he thought that being with Christopher Robin was a very good thing to do, and having Piglet near was a very friendly thing to have; and so, when he had thought it all out, he said, “What I like best in the world is Me and Piglet going to see You, and You saying ‘What about a little something?’ and Me saying, ‘Well, I shouldn’t mind a little something, should you, Piglet’, and it being a hummy sort of day outside, and birds singing.”
I think I will definitely have to re-read this book in the near future. And if you haven’t, it’s time you meet my friend Edward Bear. ;)
Our Review
We love it! It was the little sister’s first time hearing a lot of the stories. We like the relationship of Pooh and Christopher Robin and all the others and all the others. It was funny how all the animals sign their names because they can’t spell. We’ve played Pooh sticks before. Eeyore was actually really funny like how sarcastic he was. We cried at the end.
My Review
To tell the truth, I want to be Winnie-the-Pooh when I grow up. For a bear of very little brain, he’s got a lot of heart. He’s loyal, adorably honest, and a good friend to everyone. In fact, of all the characters, he’s probably the least remarkable or unusual; but his blundering, good-natured contentedness is what makes the story (with a little help from the delightful others, mainly Piglet and Eeyore). As an artist myself, I enjoyed Pooh Bear’s poetry and how he claimed you don’t make poetry it “just comes”. And the literary quality! Oh, I loved every minute. :D
This time around though, it wasn’t just a cute children’s story I was sharing with my youngest sister. It wasn’t just an old classic to make this author’s heart happy. It was a story that reminded me of God’s love for me. As I thought about Pooh’s ordinary-ness and his relationship to Christopher Robin, it was as if I were accidentally reading an allegory. Who does Pooh bring all his troubles to? Who fondly says “silly old bear” then helps him out? Who loves him as a friend?
It may seem like a stretch, but it was often on my mind as the story progressed. Here’s when I started crying…
“What do you like doing best in the world, Pooh?” “Well,” said Pooh, “what I like best—” and then he had to stop and think. Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn’t know what it was called. And then he thought that being with Christopher Robin was a very good thing to do, and having Piglet near was a very friendly thing to have; and so, when he had thought it all out, he said, “What I like best in the world is Me and Piglet going to see You, and You saying ‘What about a little something?’ and Me saying, ‘Well, I shouldn’t mind a little something, should you, Piglet’, and it being a hummy sort of day outside, and birds singing.”
I think I will definitely have to re-read this book in the near future. And if you haven’t, it’s time you meet my friend Edward Bear. ;)
February 16, 2020
I will always return to childrens' books.
Fills me up with nostalgia of that time when you remember how everything was more simple and how you were carefree and young.
Winne the Pooh is certanly one of the most beloved characters in all of childrens' books and cartoons. I adored him when I was little, I still have a stuffed toy of Eyeore at home(He was my favorite one along with Pooh) but I never got to read a book about him until now and I am glad I finnaly got to it because it was so precious.
There are a lot of deeper analysis circling around the book but for now, I'd like to put that on hold and enjoy the simple and pure feelings that this book has awoken inside of me. Pretty much a 4 or 5 star read, time will tell which one is more fitting to the book for me. And now off I go to some other, bearless book.
Fills me up with nostalgia of that time when you remember how everything was more simple and how you were carefree and young.
Winne the Pooh is certanly one of the most beloved characters in all of childrens' books and cartoons. I adored him when I was little, I still have a stuffed toy of Eyeore at home(He was my favorite one along with Pooh) but I never got to read a book about him until now and I am glad I finnaly got to it because it was so precious.
There are a lot of deeper analysis circling around the book but for now, I'd like to put that on hold and enjoy the simple and pure feelings that this book has awoken inside of me. Pretty much a 4 or 5 star read, time will tell which one is more fitting to the book for me. And now off I go to some other, bearless book.
October 29, 2011
Written for the Celebrity Death Match Review Tournament
"Oh, Bother!" stated the Pooh-Bear.
"What could be the matter, Pooh," Asked Christopher Robin. "Haven't you counted all the bees in the hive and chased all the clouds in the sky?"
"Don't quote silly Kenny Loggins songs to me. There's a bigger problem."
"Like?..."
"Well. Mr. Robin. I'm supposed to fight Hamlet in the Death match semi-final. I was expecting to go mano a bearo with him. But all of a sudden these other Characters are showing up and messing up my plans.
It's a sock puppet orgy."
Robin looked a little embarrassed and wondered if the bear was peeking in his window last night, But he continued on.
"Why, Pooh. You must look at the positive. Don't you have lots of honey."
"Yes"
"And you have your friends."
"Well, yeah but..."
It was that time Tigger, Piglet, and Eyore showed up.
Piglet grinned. "That Tolstoy was a wimp. Never worry about Vegans. One look at me and he crumbled."
Eyore never looked happy but he was a little less unhappy than usual. "I just gave Alex one kick. He'll be singing Beethoven's Ninth one octave higher for a while."
Tigger was the happiest of all. "Wow! That Hamlet was tasty. I haven't had a better meal since my gig with Siegfried and Roy."
"See, Pooh? Everyone needs friend. Now you can rest up for the final."
And Pooh was happy. The Hundred Acre Wood was a nice place again.
"Oh, Bother!" stated the Pooh-Bear.
"What could be the matter, Pooh," Asked Christopher Robin. "Haven't you counted all the bees in the hive and chased all the clouds in the sky?"
"Don't quote silly Kenny Loggins songs to me. There's a bigger problem."
"Like?..."
"Well. Mr. Robin. I'm supposed to fight Hamlet in the Death match semi-final. I was expecting to go mano a bearo with him. But all of a sudden these other Characters are showing up and messing up my plans.
It's a sock puppet orgy."
Robin looked a little embarrassed and wondered if the bear was peeking in his window last night, But he continued on.
"Why, Pooh. You must look at the positive. Don't you have lots of honey."
"Yes"
"And you have your friends."
"Well, yeah but..."
It was that time Tigger, Piglet, and Eyore showed up.
Piglet grinned. "That Tolstoy was a wimp. Never worry about Vegans. One look at me and he crumbled."
Eyore never looked happy but he was a little less unhappy than usual. "I just gave Alex one kick. He'll be singing Beethoven's Ninth one octave higher for a while."
Tigger was the happiest of all. "Wow! That Hamlet was tasty. I haven't had a better meal since my gig with Siegfried and Roy."
"See, Pooh? Everyone needs friend. Now you can rest up for the final."
And Pooh was happy. The Hundred Acre Wood was a nice place again.
celebrity-death-match
November 2, 2011For CELEBRITY DEATH MATCH PURPOSES ONLY: The Complete Tales and Poems of Winnie-the-Pooh versus Hamlet
Scene: Christopher Robin is reading a book. He sighs and throws it down irritably.
Pooh: Why Goodfellow Robin, does that book displease you?
Christopher Robin: ‘Tis a tedious tome about a prince
Troubled by his father’s death. Unnatural
Or so it seemed, and he, umanned by it
Feigned a double nature to seek revenge.
Pooh: Most tedious tome indeed, Goodfellow Robin. Mayhap some hunny might sweeten its tone?
Christopher Robin: Alas, my tutor hath required me
To learn my lessons from this book. And he
Will not brook a change of tune to ‘nuther
More pleasant to eyes and ears. Childish things
He calls them, ill-befitting one as I
Who though but eight be half-adult in years.
Most out of tune will I sing, counsels he
Unless an adult I learn to be.
Pooh: So he seeks to adulterate you? It seems a most unnatural thing to desire. Surely a child must be but a child, for what else can he be? Ay, there’s the rub, to be a child or not to be. Come sweet Robin, we go to gather honey and thusly feign to be a bee.
Christopher Robin tosses out the book, and goes off to Hundred Acre Wood.
Match point: Winnie the Pooh
Scene: Christopher Robin is reading a book. He sighs and throws it down irritably.
Pooh: Why Goodfellow Robin, does that book displease you?
Christopher Robin: ‘Tis a tedious tome about a prince
Troubled by his father’s death. Unnatural
Or so it seemed, and he, umanned by it
Feigned a double nature to seek revenge.
Pooh: Most tedious tome indeed, Goodfellow Robin. Mayhap some hunny might sweeten its tone?
Christopher Robin: Alas, my tutor hath required me
To learn my lessons from this book. And he
Will not brook a change of tune to ‘nuther
More pleasant to eyes and ears. Childish things
He calls them, ill-befitting one as I
Who though but eight be half-adult in years.
Most out of tune will I sing, counsels he
Unless an adult I learn to be.
Pooh: So he seeks to adulterate you? It seems a most unnatural thing to desire. Surely a child must be but a child, for what else can he be? Ay, there’s the rub, to be a child or not to be. Come sweet Robin, we go to gather honey and thusly feign to be a bee.
Christopher Robin tosses out the book, and goes off to Hundred Acre Wood.
Match point: Winnie the Pooh
January 6, 2022
i truly believe that people need to read children's books more often. i read far too many sad and gut-wrenching books in 2021 and frankly, i simply cannot do it anymore. this was so light and refreshing and just JOYFUL. we need more joy in this world, and personally, i find that you can get just that with a friend like winnie-the-pooh.
he reminds me to be simple. to be okay with slow days. to focus on living a simple and quiet life. to simply be.
that is what i want to do in 2022 - learn to be simple. quiet. carefree. kind. to enjoy coffee on a saturday morning, just coffee - nothing else, and remind myself that life is best when you focus on the small. the simple.
he reminds me to be simple. to be okay with slow days. to focus on living a simple and quiet life. to simply be.
that is what i want to do in 2022 - learn to be simple. quiet. carefree. kind. to enjoy coffee on a saturday morning, just coffee - nothing else, and remind myself that life is best when you focus on the small. the simple.
December 25, 2021
I LOVE this book! It's a beautiful full-color collection of stories around Winnie-the-Pooh including additional poems. It's a rather big book, heavy with an additional protective case. Highly recommended not only for Winnie-the-Pooh fans but also for book collectors!
October 1, 2011
For the Celebrity Death Match Review Tournament, Heart of Darkness (25) versus The Complete Tales and Poems of Winnie-the-Pooh (24)
After the meal was over, we retired on deck, just at that time when evening succumbs to night, and listened while Marlow spoke of the time he abandoned the wholesome adventures of the salt seas for the convoluted mysteries of the river. As he filled his pipe, I noticed the shake of his hands and looked on his countenance anew. I had never beheld such a visage before, nor since - one which had stared into some dark abyss and emerged alive, yet shaken, defeated to the core.
"I embarked at the behest of the Company," he began, "travelling upriver to seek out one in their employ, about whom disturbing reports had begun to be heard. Remember," he said pointedly, fixing us with hollow eyes, "how little explored that region was then. Now, there is, at least, that one map, crudely drawn from memory by that man - Robbins? Robin, maybe? - who spent some years there. We embarked blindly, steaming upriver, the broad expanse at river's mouth giving way inexorably, twisting, narrowing, steadily encroached by trees until we were groping our way through a green, grasping tunnel.
For weeks, we spied no native denizens, only glimpsed the occasional rustling of leaves. Several of our number fell to disease, others to despair, but I pushed on, driven to see this benighted voyage to its conclusion. This obsession allowed for no sense of my own personal danger, until, by my calculations almost at my destination, I rounded a bend in the river and beheld a crude structure stretching from one bank to the other, crowded with those same natives who had previously kept themselves scarce. Grotesque, they were, ears elongated and upright or ponderously drooping. Some appeared to have tails, and all were brandishing sticks, which they flung at us, leaving us scrambling for cover. We passed under the bridge, if such was its engineered intent, yet still they flung their sticks, and we heard their mad howls as we steamed onwards, 'Mine's in the lead!' 'No mine!' 'Mine was first!' "
Marlow paused and took a deep, shuddering breath before continuing. "I arrived at last at my mission's end. I spied a lone native inhabitant sitting on a stump under a tree, eating God-alone-knew-what. I approached, apprehensive, moving slowly up the path. Still he sat, covered in shabby, threadbare fur. As I reached him, he turned his black, glassy, soulless eyes up to me and rumbled,
'Mister Sanders, he dead.
Tiddly pom. ' "
After the meal was over, we retired on deck, just at that time when evening succumbs to night, and listened while Marlow spoke of the time he abandoned the wholesome adventures of the salt seas for the convoluted mysteries of the river. As he filled his pipe, I noticed the shake of his hands and looked on his countenance anew. I had never beheld such a visage before, nor since - one which had stared into some dark abyss and emerged alive, yet shaken, defeated to the core.
"I embarked at the behest of the Company," he began, "travelling upriver to seek out one in their employ, about whom disturbing reports had begun to be heard. Remember," he said pointedly, fixing us with hollow eyes, "how little explored that region was then. Now, there is, at least, that one map, crudely drawn from memory by that man - Robbins? Robin, maybe? - who spent some years there. We embarked blindly, steaming upriver, the broad expanse at river's mouth giving way inexorably, twisting, narrowing, steadily encroached by trees until we were groping our way through a green, grasping tunnel.
For weeks, we spied no native denizens, only glimpsed the occasional rustling of leaves. Several of our number fell to disease, others to despair, but I pushed on, driven to see this benighted voyage to its conclusion. This obsession allowed for no sense of my own personal danger, until, by my calculations almost at my destination, I rounded a bend in the river and beheld a crude structure stretching from one bank to the other, crowded with those same natives who had previously kept themselves scarce. Grotesque, they were, ears elongated and upright or ponderously drooping. Some appeared to have tails, and all were brandishing sticks, which they flung at us, leaving us scrambling for cover. We passed under the bridge, if such was its engineered intent, yet still they flung their sticks, and we heard their mad howls as we steamed onwards, 'Mine's in the lead!' 'No mine!' 'Mine was first!' "
Marlow paused and took a deep, shuddering breath before continuing. "I arrived at last at my mission's end. I spied a lone native inhabitant sitting on a stump under a tree, eating God-alone-knew-what. I approached, apprehensive, moving slowly up the path. Still he sat, covered in shabby, threadbare fur. As I reached him, he turned his black, glassy, soulless eyes up to me and rumbled,
'Mister Sanders, he dead.
Tiddly pom. ' "
May 15, 2017
What can I say about the Pooh-bear and company that has not been said before? Hmm…That they are Republicans? Marxists? Surfing Sufis? That they emanate from Namibia? Tobago? Sri Lanka? Tijuana? Managua? Rotterdam. Possibly the Forest is really Bacteria, Fungi, in a Petri dish?
That he and his friends are symbolic for Minimalism, Wind, Time, Flatulence, Touchdowns, Ben and Jerry’s? Maybe Forest Bedouins in search of…Tents? Water? Malbec? Velasquez Paintings? Contact Lenses?
And this Honey business. Is it really true that Bears like Honey? Or will they eat anything? Or only honeyed viands. Like Baklava. Or Taiglach? Halvah? Or anything unseasoned and unsweetened that is smaller than they are?
I am sure, like ‘The Old Man and the Sea’ and ‘Moby Dick,’ there is much that I am unaware of, that they are intentionally allegorical or metaphorical of something, smaller minds like mine cannot decipher? That in real life they are Students at Eton. Janitors from the Japanese Union on Cleanliness? Antecedents of the Sadducees? Member of the Crimean Crew Team? Tennessean’s with Teeth? Avocado Advocates? The Denver Federal Reserve Bank Members? Knights of Columbus? I don’t know.
And the Polite Speak? Not where I live. My suspicion is that they may be anagrams, a code for atomic fusion or an Oppenheimer Secret. Or perhaps if the words are read backwards, it will say “Paul is Dead,” or “Kannabis Kills.”
To conclude this review, I understand now why my previous ones are generally one sentence long. Too much of a Bad thing is Worse. Or without the Irony, Less is Less.
A delightful story. Four Michelin Stars.
That he and his friends are symbolic for Minimalism, Wind, Time, Flatulence, Touchdowns, Ben and Jerry’s? Maybe Forest Bedouins in search of…Tents? Water? Malbec? Velasquez Paintings? Contact Lenses?
And this Honey business. Is it really true that Bears like Honey? Or will they eat anything? Or only honeyed viands. Like Baklava. Or Taiglach? Halvah? Or anything unseasoned and unsweetened that is smaller than they are?
I am sure, like ‘The Old Man and the Sea’ and ‘Moby Dick,’ there is much that I am unaware of, that they are intentionally allegorical or metaphorical of something, smaller minds like mine cannot decipher? That in real life they are Students at Eton. Janitors from the Japanese Union on Cleanliness? Antecedents of the Sadducees? Member of the Crimean Crew Team? Tennessean’s with Teeth? Avocado Advocates? The Denver Federal Reserve Bank Members? Knights of Columbus? I don’t know.
And the Polite Speak? Not where I live. My suspicion is that they may be anagrams, a code for atomic fusion or an Oppenheimer Secret. Or perhaps if the words are read backwards, it will say “Paul is Dead,” or “Kannabis Kills.”
To conclude this review, I understand now why my previous ones are generally one sentence long. Too much of a Bad thing is Worse. Or without the Irony, Less is Less.
A delightful story. Four Michelin Stars.
October 29, 2011
Milyen Sakkfeminizmus felkeresi az erdo, és megmutatja, Kanga, hogyan lehet, hogy egy Hamlet Trap
Egy nap, Sakkfeminizmus sétált át a Hundred Acre Wood, amikor találkozott barátjával Kanga.
"Hello, Kanga!" mondta Sakkfeminizmus. "Remélem, élvezi, hogy egy rurally alapú leszbikus feminista egyedülálló anya?"
"Én," sóhajtott Kanga, "ha csak mi nem ezt átkozott Hamlet kóborol csinál soliloquies egész ido alatt. Figyelj, itt van újra!"
Sakkfeminizmus hallgatta figyelmesen. "O az unalmas férfi soviniszta, aki beszél 'taking arms against a sea of troubles'?" kérdezte.
"Ez o!" mondta Kanga komoran.
"Ah!" mondta Sakkfeminizmus. "Tudom, amire szüksége van. A Hamlet Trap! Hadd mutassam meg."
White to play and selfmate in 2 moves
Ekkor, a Hamlet megérkezett. "...when he himself might his quietus make, with a promoted minor piece?" bömbölte. "Hé, mi ez?"
Elhallgatott, és nézte a problémát.
"Hm... Qf7... a1=N... Qg6... Nb3 mate! Aaaaaargh!"
És o esett át halott.
"Köszönöm!" mondta Kanga. "Us leszbikus feminista egyedülálló anyák kell összeragadnak!"
Hamlet 0 - Kanga 1
Egy nap, Sakkfeminizmus sétált át a Hundred Acre Wood, amikor találkozott barátjával Kanga.
"Hello, Kanga!" mondta Sakkfeminizmus. "Remélem, élvezi, hogy egy rurally alapú leszbikus feminista egyedülálló anya?"
"Én," sóhajtott Kanga, "ha csak mi nem ezt átkozott Hamlet kóborol csinál soliloquies egész ido alatt. Figyelj, itt van újra!"
Sakkfeminizmus hallgatta figyelmesen. "O az unalmas férfi soviniszta, aki beszél 'taking arms against a sea of troubles'?" kérdezte.
"Ez o!" mondta Kanga komoran.
"Ah!" mondta Sakkfeminizmus. "Tudom, amire szüksége van. A Hamlet Trap! Hadd mutassam meg."
White to play and selfmate in 2 moves
Ekkor, a Hamlet megérkezett. "...when he himself might his quietus make, with a promoted minor piece?" bömbölte. "Hé, mi ez?"
Elhallgatott, és nézte a problémát.
"Hm... Qf7... a1=N... Qg6... Nb3 mate! Aaaaaargh!"
És o esett át halott.
"Köszönöm!" mondta Kanga. "Us leszbikus feminista egyedülálló anyák kell összeragadnak!"
Hamlet 0 - Kanga 1
maybe
October 13, 2011CELEBRITY DEATH MATCH REVIEW ONLY
We were washing up after tea. Well to be more precise, the crockery was making its own way to the suds in the sink, flying through the air with just the slightest little nose wiggle from Mary.
Mary: I have a Halloween face for my bout with fatso, do you like it?
Bettie: haha, that'll scare Team Pooh. Seriously though Mary, how DO you rate your chances against Christopher et al, they have a lot going for them in the 'aaaaaaaaw' department.
Mary: I have a little something up my sleeve.
*MP gives that rigid backed and arms folded little smirk*
Bettie: As we are alone, I'll tell you something that has always made me smirk. When I was a little girl the name for down there was always known as a Mary, so when I heard Bert sing Jolly Holiday I couldn't stop laughing.
*MP clears her throat and brushes away some non-existent lint from the front of her jacket. And was that a slight blush?*
Mary: Well my plan is as follows, are you listening!? On my way here I found this:
so I said
and when the bear is like this...
and I'm like this...
I shall use it!
AND MARY POPPINS WINS AGAIN
We were washing up after tea. Well to be more precise, the crockery was making its own way to the suds in the sink, flying through the air with just the slightest little nose wiggle from Mary.
Mary: I have a Halloween face for my bout with fatso, do you like it?
Bettie: haha, that'll scare Team Pooh. Seriously though Mary, how DO you rate your chances against Christopher et al, they have a lot going for them in the 'aaaaaaaaw' department.
Mary: I have a little something up my sleeve.
*MP gives that rigid backed and arms folded little smirk*
Bettie: As we are alone, I'll tell you something that has always made me smirk. When I was a little girl the name for down there was always known as a Mary, so when I heard Bert sing Jolly Holiday I couldn't stop laughing.
*MP clears her throat and brushes away some non-existent lint from the front of her jacket. And was that a slight blush?*
Mary: Well my plan is as follows, are you listening!? On my way here I found this:
so I said
and when the bear is like this...
and I'm like this...
I shall use it!
AND MARY POPPINS WINS AGAIN
April 27, 2015
I mean, Winnie the Pooh... He's my childhood. What can I say?
June 15, 2024
I've always loved these stories and poems. When I first moved out on my own, I decorated my apartment with pictures and quotes collected from them. I feel like these sweet characters have been with me my whole life, reminding me of how things look "now we are six."
A lovely coincidence happened to me recently while reading these stories again. I was also reading the diary of Helene Berr, a Jewish woman who lived in Paris during the Nazi occupation. She was a student of English literature at the Sorbonne during the war. She describes how she read Winnie the Pooh for the first time, and was telling her friends and family about how marvelous it was, but they couldn't understand why she kept talking about a children's story in this way, as if it held something deep for grownups. She felt shy about talking about it all the time. This is very powerful to me because it shows how art can connect people. I am connected with Helene in a very real way. Her story touches me and I share a connection with her.
I think if we all remembered to look at things with the eyes of a six year old from time to time, we would find a better, simpler way to connect with each other.
A lovely coincidence happened to me recently while reading these stories again. I was also reading the diary of Helene Berr, a Jewish woman who lived in Paris during the Nazi occupation. She was a student of English literature at the Sorbonne during the war. She describes how she read Winnie the Pooh for the first time, and was telling her friends and family about how marvelous it was, but they couldn't understand why she kept talking about a children's story in this way, as if it held something deep for grownups. She felt shy about talking about it all the time. This is very powerful to me because it shows how art can connect people. I am connected with Helene in a very real way. Her story touches me and I share a connection with her.
I think if we all remembered to look at things with the eyes of a six year old from time to time, we would find a better, simpler way to connect with each other.
September 16, 2018
There is very little you can say about this classic book which I suspect has not already been said. Yes I thoroughly enjoyed it being brought up on classics stories of Winnie the Pooh (along with Thomas the Tank Engine and a fair few others).
This book is a great collectors hard back edition containing many of the famous stories which Disney turned in to cartoons and now are synonymous with the character.
This is a great book to cleanse your reading pallet especially after being immersed in something a little more challenging or heavy. No it will not test and challenge your reading but it will leave you with a cosy feeling of nostalgia (okay it did for me) and childhood.
Like many books of this type that may not be for all bit I think not only are these stories part of my childhood then also help to remind me that reading has neither boundaries nor requirements if you enjoy a good story it should be available to all
This book is a great collectors hard back edition containing many of the famous stories which Disney turned in to cartoons and now are synonymous with the character.
This is a great book to cleanse your reading pallet especially after being immersed in something a little more challenging or heavy. No it will not test and challenge your reading but it will leave you with a cosy feeling of nostalgia (okay it did for me) and childhood.
Like many books of this type that may not be for all bit I think not only are these stories part of my childhood then also help to remind me that reading has neither boundaries nor requirements if you enjoy a good story it should be available to all
August 5, 2016
Li este livro para o projeto do DisneyInUs, que consiste em ver um filme da Disney por mês e ler o conto/livro que lhe deu origem. Os filmes são escolhidos à sorte e no mês de Agosto calhou ver o Winnie the Pooh. O livro que deu origem a esse filme foi o Winnie the Pooh de A. A. Milne.
Para saberem o que achei do livro e do filme podem dar uma espreitadela ao vídeo que fiz a falar de ambos e a tecer algumas comparações entre os dois: https://youtu.be/61imh8GdS5E
Para saberem o que achei do livro e do filme podem dar uma espreitadela ao vídeo que fiz a falar de ambos e a tecer algumas comparações entre os dois: https://youtu.be/61imh8GdS5E
January 19, 2021
48/1001 1001 Children's Books You Must Read Before You Grow Up
“The things that make me different are the things that make me ME!”
― A.A. Milne, The Complete Tales and Poems of Winnie-the-Pooh
“The things that make me different are the things that make me ME!”
― A.A. Milne, The Complete Tales and Poems of Winnie-the-Pooh
October 1, 2018
I just saw the movie Christopher Robin, and I'm not exactly sure why but it was a hug for my soul. I'd never read the original Pooh stories before. Turns out they are just delightful and full of quiet, humorous turns of phrase.
March 9, 2026
Read aloud to Calvin, if you want to be tickled pink every time you crack open a book, this is the one for you ♥️
March 9, 2013
I had a baby in September, and one of the most difficult things to absorb, in terms of changes in my life, was that I no longer had endless supplies of “me” time. And of course, I say this as a new mother—which means that, if you have not had children (and if you aren’t specifically a mother—sorry but it’s true), you probably don’t know what I mean. I am a person who LOVES books. I thrive on books. And at six weeks post partum I listlessly watched my fourth season of Nip Tuck while the baby went through her first growth spurt, while I existed on no more than 2 and ½ hours of consecutive sleep, and I would occasionally TRY, really TRY to turn on my nook at read a page or two of “Sweet Tooth,” and go to bed in despair, knowing would never, ever finish it.
And I still haven’t, but one day I will. I will read “Sweet Tooth,” and it will be great. But right now it’s better to accept that things change rather than feel defeated that I can’t have them continue as they were. I have this amazing, beautiful little thing—and she’ll only be this way once! So instead I’ve decided to reshape things a bit and do book reviews in a way that suits me—rather, US—baby and me, NOW. So, it’s a shame “Sweet Tooth,” is off the agenda, but there are other things!
So once a month from now on I’ll be adding to my book list and my reviews, but they will most likely be books that baby and I read together. I’ve set up tiny miss baby on a schedule of two naps a day and bedtime by 6:30. If she can keep her eyes open long enough we read for at least 10 minutes before each sleep experience. This month we read “The Complete Tales of Winnie-the-Pooh.
My mother’s a huge Milne fan (my older brother is Christopher), and growing up I was in awe of the relationship they had based on her love of these books. The more I read of Milne the more I realize my mother couldn’t have chosen a name with more love and emotion. Christopher, in Milne’s poems and books, is a translation for love entirely.
As a fan of Victorian era England, I love much of the subject matter as well—London, Nanny, Mummy and Daddy, bath times and page boys. I also find myself entranced with the relationship between parents and “hired” help who raised the children (yet clearly this is a devoted parent!). I found myself constantly doing Internet research while the baby was otherwise engaged. Did Christopher Robin Milne really have a nanny (yes), and did his father read him the stories he wrote about his son (no)…on and on.
In terms of my actual review, I can say the poetry is what I personally find remarkable. “Pinkle Pur, Forgiven, 2 Foxes, Wheezles and Sneezles, The End…” and especially “Vespers,” (which I read as a prayer each night for my own babe before kissing her good night) are some of the most beautifully thought out rhymes I’ve ever known. Each word is painstakingly perfect, and the careful rhyme only makes it better. My daughter’s eyes light up when I pause at the rhyme scheme. At five months she cannot sit up, yet knows something is…coming when I read her the rhymes of Milne.
And as for the stories—sweet and complete though they are, I must say I had a terrible time reading them aloud. Milne is the king of run on sentences and comma splices. I’m sure they’ve been proofed and then some, but still, I had a wretched time anticipating who’s voice was who’s—and often Kanga ebbed into Roo, and Pooh sounded sadly like Christopher Robin.
I would also be lying if I said my active familial interest in these tales didn’t “keep me going.” I’d imagine many people might find the stories dull, despite their animated forwards by a clearly ahead-of-his time author with a sarcastic, keen wit.
But none the less, I got chills when I reached the finish of “The House at Pooh Corner,” to discover “somewhere, a boy and his bear will always be playing,” or that a few chapter themes didn’t seem strangely architipal.
Like I said, new mom is a hard hat to wear, despite the clear, glorious benefits involved. But these stories, despite everything, made it seem less like I had given up reading an adult book to placate a baby, and instead felt like I was reading what I might always read, and finally getting the chance to dwell on it all in the best possible way.
And I still haven’t, but one day I will. I will read “Sweet Tooth,” and it will be great. But right now it’s better to accept that things change rather than feel defeated that I can’t have them continue as they were. I have this amazing, beautiful little thing—and she’ll only be this way once! So instead I’ve decided to reshape things a bit and do book reviews in a way that suits me—rather, US—baby and me, NOW. So, it’s a shame “Sweet Tooth,” is off the agenda, but there are other things!
So once a month from now on I’ll be adding to my book list and my reviews, but they will most likely be books that baby and I read together. I’ve set up tiny miss baby on a schedule of two naps a day and bedtime by 6:30. If she can keep her eyes open long enough we read for at least 10 minutes before each sleep experience. This month we read “The Complete Tales of Winnie-the-Pooh.
My mother’s a huge Milne fan (my older brother is Christopher), and growing up I was in awe of the relationship they had based on her love of these books. The more I read of Milne the more I realize my mother couldn’t have chosen a name with more love and emotion. Christopher, in Milne’s poems and books, is a translation for love entirely.
As a fan of Victorian era England, I love much of the subject matter as well—London, Nanny, Mummy and Daddy, bath times and page boys. I also find myself entranced with the relationship between parents and “hired” help who raised the children (yet clearly this is a devoted parent!). I found myself constantly doing Internet research while the baby was otherwise engaged. Did Christopher Robin Milne really have a nanny (yes), and did his father read him the stories he wrote about his son (no)…on and on.
In terms of my actual review, I can say the poetry is what I personally find remarkable. “Pinkle Pur, Forgiven, 2 Foxes, Wheezles and Sneezles, The End…” and especially “Vespers,” (which I read as a prayer each night for my own babe before kissing her good night) are some of the most beautifully thought out rhymes I’ve ever known. Each word is painstakingly perfect, and the careful rhyme only makes it better. My daughter’s eyes light up when I pause at the rhyme scheme. At five months she cannot sit up, yet knows something is…coming when I read her the rhymes of Milne.
And as for the stories—sweet and complete though they are, I must say I had a terrible time reading them aloud. Milne is the king of run on sentences and comma splices. I’m sure they’ve been proofed and then some, but still, I had a wretched time anticipating who’s voice was who’s—and often Kanga ebbed into Roo, and Pooh sounded sadly like Christopher Robin.
I would also be lying if I said my active familial interest in these tales didn’t “keep me going.” I’d imagine many people might find the stories dull, despite their animated forwards by a clearly ahead-of-his time author with a sarcastic, keen wit.
But none the less, I got chills when I reached the finish of “The House at Pooh Corner,” to discover “somewhere, a boy and his bear will always be playing,” or that a few chapter themes didn’t seem strangely architipal.
Like I said, new mom is a hard hat to wear, despite the clear, glorious benefits involved. But these stories, despite everything, made it seem less like I had given up reading an adult book to placate a baby, and instead felt like I was reading what I might always read, and finally getting the chance to dwell on it all in the best possible way.
July 15, 2019
A wonderful collection of stories and poems, every single one filled with abundant joy and hilarity. I found every page enticing and witty. This is seriously a wonderful classic that every single person needs in their life.
Pooh, Eeyore, Piglet, Roo, Tigger, Kanga, Owl, Rabbit, we’re just wonderful characters. Hilarious and lovable, these characters exhibit great morals such as caring for friends, being brave, etc etc.
Anywho, happy reading!
Pooh, Eeyore, Piglet, Roo, Tigger, Kanga, Owl, Rabbit, we’re just wonderful characters. Hilarious and lovable, these characters exhibit great morals such as caring for friends, being brave, etc etc.
Anywho, happy reading!
January 28, 2023
I'm not sure how I made it to 55 years old without reading the Tales of Winnie the Pooh. I never read them to my children or in my childhood. I watched enough Disney movies to have a basic understanding of Pooh and his friends but that is not enough. Reading the stories with the original illustrations was heavenly. Read these to your kids, grandkids, or to yourself. You won't be sorry.
The poems by A.A. Milne read a bit like nursery rhymes and were enjoyable.
The poems by A.A. Milne read a bit like nursery rhymes and were enjoyable.
April 27, 2020
I do believe A.A. Milne’s, ‘The Complete Tales & Poems of Winnie-the-Pooh’ is one of the very best children’s classics of all time. Who could not resist wanting to live in the Hundred Acre Wood surrounded by such lovable friends. Pooh’s world is what I wish for each & every child, when they close their eyes and enter the world of dreams 🌙💫🎈
September 1, 2018
Gorgeous collection of must have Winnie the Pooh stories & poems. Something that children will always treasure I'm sure! Really beautifully presented and just a wonderful addition to our children's library
October 28, 2019
Llevo enamorada de estos personajes desde pequeña y siempre quise leer todos los cuentos y poemas. No me ha decepcionado, me han parecido cuentos y poemas super tiernos que todo el mundo debería leer al menos una vez. Además esta edición es una joya.
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