I have been accused that my piece on why you should read Pollyanna is too schmaltzy and too full of ‘I’s. This is an attempt to redress that.
I will endeavour to write (and be):
like a basilisk or common lizard basking,
like an ibis on one leg, beak buried in its breast,
like maple syrup but not golden syrup.
The reason why you should read ‘Pollyanna’ and ‘Pollyanna Grows up’ by Eleanor H. Porter, is because they are well-written, entertaining works of fiction, with an original take on optimism.