I feel like I'm one of the few people who didn't actually grow up with Winnie the Pooh. I didn't watch the cartoon series or the movies. I didn't read the books other than the ones printed by Disney.

Oddly enough I did write some Winnie the Pooh stories when I was a kid, but those have long since been forgotten.

Because of this, I don't think I can appreciate these stories like others. While I did find them charming, some of the stories were somewhat simple and dull, characteristics that alienated me from this world in the first place. The illustrations help keep the stories from becoming entirely bland, but I still found myself slugging through multiple spots.

Don't get me wrong, I love these kinds of stories that play off the imagination of a child. But really this imagination has all the appeal of a piece of white bread. It'll fill you, but it won't exactly be an exciting experience.

Also, some things I was surprised to see in this book include child abduction, ditching someone in the woods so they could learn a lesson and Eeyore's sass.

I never knew a donkey could be so passive aggressive.