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.
Ok?
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