A commenter on my
blog wrote today about Heidi:
"I read a "charming classics" version aloud to my daughter about 6 or 7
years ago. I remember that there were some beautifully descriptive passages
in it, but that there were also some bludgeon-you-with-the-message scenes.
Overall, I found it more slow-going than charming. On the other hand, my
daughter remembers it fondly."
I have the strong feeling that I have read Heidi when I was a child. It
seems very familiar.
And I am starting to understand why real life has been such a disappointment
to me after a childhood of Heidi-ish books. I thought life would be like
Heidi, where a charming child can change a jaded and bitter man to a happy
one. Heal the sick. Teach the unteachable.
At 54, I'm starting to suspect that this may not always be so.
Still one can hope.