That's what I alway say when a person decides to re-read a childhood fave. Like, I LOVED Little Women for years and years and years. Jo March inspired me to grow up and write and have only sons. But when I re-read that book for the first time as an adult (about 15 years ago), I was sooooo disappointed. It's just blah blah blah one Sunday School lesson after another and Marmee Dear is seriously no fun at all.
I've talked about this here before, right? So now not only am I repeating myself in real life, I'm repeating myself on my blog. There is no hope for me. None.
I ignored my own advice and have been listening to HEIDI, and I'm still enchanted. Yes, the child Heidi is too good to be true. Yes, the governess (aptly named Frauline Rottenmeier) it too mean to be true. And yes, there are little moral lessons lurking everywhere. Also, I have to laugh whenever the reader (a man) does his Heidi voice, especially when he does his Heidi voice when Heidi is talking to the goats.
"Oh, don't bleat so little Schneeflocke!"
But the love of the natural world and all its beauties is so real, so profound in that little book that I want to be there on the mountainside drinking milk and eating cheese with Heidi and Peter--just like I did when I read that book as an eight year-old girl. Kind of nice.