Return to the Hundred Acre Wood by David Benedictus
I planned to boycott this book, upset that anyone would touch by beloved A.A. Milne's Pooh. However, I finally caved in wanting to see how badly it had been hashed. Within a few pages, I was my little girl self again listening to my mother read a Winnie the Pooh book to me. I smiled at the animals misadventures, at Christopher Robin's obvious care for them, and at their love for him. And, as I turned the last page I almost teared up at the gentle reminder that Christopher Robin is, after all, a boy and a boy must grow up. Not Milne, but not bad... I can still here Pooh going "bump, bump, bump" up the stairs behind me.