When I was a child I loved Roger Hargreaves’ Mr. Men and Little Miss books more than just about anything. Now, as an adult with the heart of a child–or the mind of a child as my arch-enemies might tell you–I love them even more. They were so simple, but so good. I know, good is a pretty generic term to toss out there when reviewing a book, but it’s good enough for me in this case.
I’ve been grabbing these books again at the library and leafing through them on breaks. My new favorite will not surprise you: Mr. Strong.
Here is the “plot.”
Mr. Strong is so strong that he breaks things without meaning to. This causes problems for him and others. But by the end of the book his strength has also helped to solve a problem. In a book this brief I can’t tell you anything else without venturing into spoiler territory.
Each one of the Mr. or Misses books focused on one character. Each character had an adjective or trait that defined them, right down to the way they looked. Some more than others–Mr. Messy was just a big pink scribble.
I love the art in these books. I love the stories, brief as they are. I’m not one for moralizing, but the morals in these stories are great. Pointing out that being grouchy can have its downside is a far cry from the heyday of Victorian literature where every pregnant women who conceived out of wedlock eventually died.
Did you ever read these books? Did you have a favorite? Who’s up for some nostalgia?
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