This book scarred me for goddamned life. I still can't get rid of a stuffed animal. Do you have any idea how many stuffed animals live in my basement because of this book?
This is a wonderful classic child's story. This is a re-read. But something this wonderful never gets old. Reading this story as an adult makes someone want to believe in all the wonderful thing's we believed in as a child.
What a beautiful and touching story. I was truly blown away by it's originality and subtle message... there is nothing much else to say: it is a heartbreaking story. I cried and cried and just wanted the opportunity to love the Velveteen rabbit forever.
I am so so far behind on my kiddie-book reviewing that I claimed I would do at the new year that it isn't even funny. So here's a hard one to review.I read this to my son last week, and it was a total disaster. He's a really sensitive kid, and more so at bedtime because he is tired and thinking. We ...
I just re-read this after not having read it since I was a kid. It was as good as I remembered it. Sweet and sad and a big magical. Made me want to find my stuffed bunny from childhood but I couldn't. Perhaps the nursery fairy made him Real and he's out in the world with the other real bunnies.
Maudlin as hell, but convincing to the point that I used to carefully make sure every doll got attention, so they could all "become Real." Also, put the fear of Scarlet Fever into me! Way to go, old-timey books.
What a wondefully sweet and sentimental book about a stuffed animal in competition with more "modern" toys for the love of his owner. Although this story was written over 80 years ago, it is still surprisingly current especially to parents who have children who still play with toys.
When I found this one at Librivox, I figured I had to hear it, as I otherwise only knew it from its being mentioned in 'Friends'. It's a cute children's story that I'd be very happy to share with my kids once I have any. A bit on the cutesy side obviously, but totally appropriate and adorable for it...
No doubt I'm lacking something that makes me a true human, but I'm not keen on the stories about children's toys having feelings and getting them hurt when kids stop playing with them. Do we need kids to be so empathetic that they treasure every stupid piece of fast food flotsam they drag in the doo...
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