3.5/5 stars, but rouding up to 4 for goodreads sake. I think I would have normally rated this 3/5 btu I can't help but feel so nostalgic for this story. I almost wish I could read this for a class in uni because I'd love to dissect it and figure out what makes it tick. (haha tick, get it? like the crocodile? yeah)
This story is insanely strange, there was one character I liked and it was sexist and racist, but there's something about it - the idea children forgetting their mothers but feeling like they need one, or the idea that make believe can become real if you believe hard enough - that's very interesting as well. I also enjoyed Barrie's writing style, where the narrator themself has their own personality and opinions and control over the story.
Also, I only read Peter and Wendy and not Kensington Gardens but I'll probably go back to read it at some point.