I was told in elementary school that I only could read at half the speed for success in college. Oh well, one benefit of slow reading is you get to live with the characters a longer period of time. I read in a vain attempt to better understand people. At my other homes, I'm known as a spouse, pop, guy in the choir, physical chemist, computer/web dilettante and child-care provider. In theory, I'm a published author, if you consider stuff like Quenching Cross Sections for Electronic Energy Transfer Reactions Between Metastable Argon Atoms and Noble Gases and Small Molecules to count as publications. I've strewn dozens of such fascinating things to the winds.
My spouse was unimpressed with my dalliance with the Moomins and insisted that I would be better served with The Wind in the Willows and with Winnie the Pooh. I read the former a couple of months ago, and now I've done Pooh. Well, it's charming and all the old stories I remember from when I was a kid. But I don't think it's retained its charm as much as has The Wind in the Willows, and I'm not sure it's any more charming than the Moomin stories. I would, however, love to be reading this to my 5-year-old grandson, if only I could get him to sit still for a few minutes.