The Tale of Mr. Jeremy Fisher

Or, Jeremy Fisher's Terrible, Horrible, No-Good, Very Bad Day. I wonder if he ever successfully fished? He's got the equipment but this story makes it a total and complete failure, to the point that he says he's never going fishing again. Which is perfectly reasonable given he was injured and then in deadly danger that he escaped entirely by luck and losing all his equipment and some clothes. I suppose some kids would enjoy this, I (not a kid any more) think it's nasty.

Beatrix Potter's books always appealed to me because food was always involved. I grew up fervently believing in rabbits and mice and frogs having well stocked larders within their homes. And the tea! Always a hot cuppa waiting on the table for the protagonists when they completed their adventures.

The Tale of Mr. Jeremy Fisher comes complete with food, adventure, friends...and a well stocked larder. Butterfly sandwiches and roasted grasshoppers abound. And there's also Mr. Alderman Ptolemy Tortoise. Really, what more can one ask in a good read?

Book Season = Summer (floating on a river)

I think I'm concluding that I'm not such a Potter fan (contrary to my memories from childhood), but I appreciated this one for having a little more madcap energy and freaky-weird than most of her books--Mr. Jeremy Fisher is fishin' and it's all oh shit a weird little fish OH SHIT A WEIRD BIG FISH OH SHIT A REEEAAALL BIG FISH AND IT'S TRYNA EAT ME UP! You know? Pikes are weird when you look at them.

A day in the life of a gentleman frog, and the dangers thereof.

I am amazed at how much truth in nature can be worked into a fantasy tale for children using a frog with human characteristics. The mind boggles. The illustrations show many of the creatures in a frogs environment, and the tale indicates predators, diet and habits. Of course, one must be able to sort out the fiction from the truth, but this is not as difficult for children as adults think.

This was, supposedly, my favourite book when I was an infant, although I have a sneaking suspicion that I just liked it because of the Jeremy Fisher section in the Tales Of Beatrix Potter ballet, which I also apparently watched obsessively as an infant.

I'm not that keen on the story any more. There's really not much to it. It doesn't even seem to have a moral like some of the others and the illustrations are a little less cute than usual because it isn't about mammals. But I will give it four stars out of loyalty.

One of my favorite Beatrix Potter stories. Jeremy fisher meets quite a conundrum when he is swallowed by a trout when he goes fishing in hopes of having friends over for a minnow dinner. Thankfully he is let go, swallowed by the trout, and he is able to improvise when his friends come over for dinner, which makes a lesson of making the most out of the little things

Jeremy Fisher the frog goes fishing, but, rather than catching minnows, is caught himself! Luckily he escapes, and, after his awful day of fishing, determines never to go again. He is still able to have guests over, however, "And instead of a nice dish of minnows- they had roasted grasshopper with lady-bird sauce; which frogs consider a beautiful treat; but I think it must have been nasty." (p.29) That's why we love Beatrix.