K. Emily Hutta

A lesson about senses is clumsily tacked onto a feast to celebrate Rabbit's apple harvest. Mostly Tigger walks around the Hundred-Acre Wood visiting his friends one by one as he tries to come up with an idea of what to bring to the book-ending party -- the go-to plot for the uninspired Pooh writer.

Okay, now I'm imagining a Pooh book in which a writer goes around visiting other writers one by one trying to come up with an idea of what to write in their upcoming Pooh book and every single one show more of them only has the same exact idea to share. In the end they get together and have a party to celebrate their collective lack of imagination.

(My Pooh Project: I love Winnie the Pooh, and so does my wife. Having a daughter gave us a chance to indoctrinate her into the cult by buying and reading her every Pooh book we came across. How many is that? I’m going to count them this year by reading and reviewing one every day and seeing which month I finally run out. Track my progress here:
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Another book in the series that refuses to let Pooh look toward the reader. He's always looking up, down, left or right.

This time, Pooh and Piglet take a nature walk, appreciating all the colors of fall. But the stream seems to be full of unnatural colors, and they have to track the source of pollution and clean up the mess. And yet, the pollution still comes off as more fun than bad. This book was originally sponsored by Kohl's, but perhaps Norfolk Southern will commission a new edition to show more remind the folks of Ohio how harmless chemical spills can be.

(My Pooh Project: I love Winnie the Pooh, and so does my wife. Having a daughter gave us a chance to indoctrinate her into the cult by buying and reading her every Pooh book we came across. How many is that? I’m going to count them this year by reading and reviewing one every day and seeing which month I finally run out. Track my progress here:
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I was in Half-Price books today and since I'm in the middle of my Pooh project, I couldn't resist buying a little something from their Pooh shelf. Appropriately enough, this used book was about the old adage, "one man's trash is another man's treasure." Less appropriately, this trash proved to be more trash than treasure.

The story lacked the humor, energy, and charm that the best Pooh stories have (I'm looking at you Milne and Zoehfeld). It dully traced falling dominoes as one friend's show more repurposing of a secondhand item resulted in another friend repurposing something, and another, and so on, until a sedate tea party and a couple bad poems put an end to it all.

The only value my daughter and I got from the book was realizing how much the artist seemed to dislike drawing Winnie the Pooh. We laughed as we counted up that two-thirds of the illustrations have him facing away from the camera, so to speak. Of the remaining third, he is looking down in three-quarter or nearly full profile; not once is his face drawn straight on.

A sad little addition to our bookshelf.

(My Pooh Project: I love Winnie the Pooh, and so does my wife. Having a daughter gave us a chance to indoctrinate her into the cult by buying and reading her every Pooh book we came across. How many is that? I’m going to count them this year by reading and reviewing one every day and seeing which month I finally run out. Track my progress here:
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Pooh and Piglet want to make paintings but need water for their watercolor set. Since Pooh's faucet is not working -- there is plumbing in the Hundred-Acre Wood! -- they have to make the round of all the Pooh friends to find them all using water in one way or another but every single one unable to spare a drop. Well, you learn who your friends are, huh?

But going back to the plumbing revelation, does this mean Pooh has a toilet? With all the honey I have seen him consume, I have never once show more thought about him peeing or crapping since he's a teddy bear, but now I can only think about how much manure must be scattered around the wood. I mean, I'm sure Tigger can't be bothered with toilets given his impulsiveness and tendency toward immediate gratification. Eeyore's house obviously has no receptacle for his donkey apples. And, hey, remind me not to park my car under Owl's tree.

(My Pooh Project: I love Winnie the Pooh, and so does my wife. Having a daughter gave us a chance to indoctrinate her into the cult by buying and reading her every Pooh book we came across. How many is that? I’m going to count them this year by reading and reviewing one every day and seeing which month I finally run out. Track my progress here:
https://www.goodreads.com/review/list/23954351-rod-brown?ref=nav_mybooks&she... ) show less