Little Miss Bookworm

When I was a kid, mum really disapproved of the Mr Men
Books. I have no idea why, either. Maybe it’s because she couldn’t stand them and restricted my access to them that I still feel a frisson, a satisfied thrill, when I see them. They’re so knowing and funny – to this day I consider them kind of literary punk.
Because I consider myself, probably hilariously inaccurately, as dancing to my own tune, they speak to me. So I’ve bought the kid the boxed set. Hmm. Who are they for, I wonder?



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