I grew up with A.A. Milne’s Winnie-the-Pooh, read the stories to my own child, and saw the original drawings on display at The New York Public Library some twenty-odd years ago. The subtle wit and cleverness of Milne’s storytelling helped shape my understanding of comedy and made me love books. I hated the Disney Pooh films because that wasn’t Pooh’s voice as I heard it in my head. The poetry collections (When We Were Very Young and Now We Are Six) are also wonderful.
Happy Centennial, Winnie-the-Pooh.
