Winnie The Pooh was a cute collection of little stories that was a very unconventional pick up for me but they are on my scratch off poster hence I obliged. Despite how strange it felt to be reading these whimsical children’s tales of a little bear with a love of honey, I enjoyed them very much. There was no pressure to think too much about them and I just relaxed to the ambiance of bees and birds in the background of the audiobook narration and smiled at the innocence of Pooh in his hunts for heffalumps and expedition to find the ‘North Pole’. To make a strange comparison Pooh reminded me a lot of Nakata from Murakami’s ‘Kafka on the Shore’ which is perhaps on my mind as I only recently read it though eaches acceptance of life whatever happens to them and self confessions of one’s own lack of intelligence was certainly a similarity and such a self-loving character trait, since neither remotely minded.

I also just want to give eeyore a hug. That donkey needs to see a therapist and the other characters attitudes to him even teaches some lessons in the whimsy of the tales.