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A review by thatdecembergirl
Stuart Little by E.B. White
2.0
Awwwww this is such a weird little tale about a little man (mouse?) that is bordering absurd and almost magical. Honestly, this is the type of story I really like. So, let's get down to how I ended up deducting stars along the way. Because seriously, the book is not getting better the more I keep reading.
That is, just stinking cute. Immediate 5 stars.
(I know. My standard is not so high.)
And then Stuart is smitten with a bird, and he leaves home to look for her.
Along the way he becomes a substitute teacher for a school while we are never told that he's actually ever receiving any formal education himself. If this is a jab on how Western education institution hires an unqualified person, I'd never know.
Next thing happening is Stuart sending a letter for a beautiful girl he sees and suggesting that they're meeting for an afternoon together. Basically, a date, but heyyyy dude, aren't you embarking on this journey because you want to look for another girl that you deem beautiful? At this point Stuart truly feels and sound like an old man during the 40s (just like his writer) and it ruins the shroud of magic into a thousand scraps to me.
A star deducted.
And then this sentence.
Damn. The vanity of whiteman mouse doesn't really change, huh? Is this a self-insert moment? Is this E. B. White projecting himself?
Another star deducted.
But then the final blow came. Stuart is upset because the plan he made for The Date with the beautiful, little stranger (girl) he sees at the post office is fallen apart. She offered to do another thing together instead (because of course, the most important matter is that she actually bothered to come meeting him) and enjoy the rest of the day, but Stuart sulks anyway because it's not HIS PLAN and so he REFUSES her idea, topping his awful treatment of her by saying this shit:
EWWWWWWW.
What a misogynistic mouse.
I hope you dead being stepped on by a truck, Stuart.
(Lol just kidding but half-serious, probably)
...And that's how this book ends up being rated a two-star, albeit starting very strong with a five-star.
Mr. Little made him a tiny bed out of four clothespins and a cigarette box.
That is, just stinking cute. Immediate 5 stars.
(I know. My standard is not so high.)
And then Stuart is smitten with a bird, and he leaves home to look for her.
Along the way he becomes a substitute teacher for a school while we are never told that he's actually ever receiving any formal education himself. If this is a jab on how Western education institution hires an unqualified person, I'd never know.
Next thing happening is Stuart sending a letter for a beautiful girl he sees and suggesting that they're meeting for an afternoon together. Basically, a date, but heyyyy dude, aren't you embarking on this journey because you want to look for another girl that you deem beautiful? At this point Stuart truly feels and sound like an old man during the 40s (just like his writer) and it ruins the shroud of magic into a thousand scraps to me.
A star deducted.
And then this sentence.
Stuart was trying to make his voice sound as though he had an English accent.
Damn. The vanity of white
Another star deducted.
But then the final blow came. Stuart is upset because the plan he made for The Date with the beautiful, little stranger (girl) he sees at the post office is fallen apart. She offered to do another thing together instead (because of course, the most important matter is that she actually bothered to come meeting him) and enjoy the rest of the day, but Stuart sulks anyway because it's not HIS PLAN and so he REFUSES her idea, topping his awful treatment of her by saying this shit:
I’m afraid a woman can’t understand these things.
EWWWWWWW.
What a misogynistic mouse.
I hope you dead being stepped on by a truck, Stuart.
(Lol just kidding but half-serious, probably)
...And that's how this book ends up being rated a two-star, albeit starting very strong with a five-star.