Winnie the Pooh was an adorably nostalgic read. It differed more than I expected from my original memory, though that may be a result of consuming one too many editions about the Disney version of events. There's more nitpicking about the different characters' idiosyncrasies and anxieties than I remembered. I love the illustrations. Roo looks like a chipmunk most of the time, and Eeyore's floppy feet are incredibly endearing in contrast with his morose nature.
The narrator plays a uniquely interesting role throughout the story. The narrator feels like he's coming along for the adventure despite not being one of the characters. It reads like a parent watching their child explore from just far enough away.