‘Watership Down’ is still an exquisitely beautiful story and the writing remains impeccable. I’m pleased to say that Mr Adams came up to scratch. I loved it and, indeed I still have the book – sans front cover lost in the midst of time. I read the book somewhere around the age of ten – probably way too young though somehow I understood every word even if I hadn’t a clue what the classic references starting every chapter were all about. I loved the movie as a child, Art Garfunkel’s haunting voice singing Mike Batt’s beautiful ‘Bright Eyes’ still brings tears to my eyes. I’ve put off reading Richard Adam’s ‘Watership Down’ for a long while as a result of this. How the hell had we ever thought that was acceptable? The book was put back on the shelf, never to be touched again. I was aghast at the moral messages from that author. I recall with horror, when my kids were little, picking up a collection of Enid Blyton short stories and reading one to them, hoping to relive my childhood memories. If you are one of my regular readers who, for some reason, continue to like reading my book reviews, then you will know that within my eclectic range of literary interests there is a subsection of going over books from my younger years which I haven’t read in decades and ‘reassessing’ their value.
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