The Mary Poppins series wasn't life changing, but it is a series that stuck with me, right up there with the OZ, Little House and The Immortals - all of which I read at about the same time. I loved Mary Poppins because it made magic real. My favourite of the series is Mary Poppins Opens the Door - the book that first taught me that cats can look upon kings. The thing is, as a review this one is going to be slightly lackluster because the thing is, I can't help but to wax slightly poetic about this series. The book series is not the film version - I can't emphasize that enough. There are obvious similarities but in the books Mary is vain and crabby and a bit of a mystic. There's no way to say it other than bizarre things happen when she is around but the real thing that comes out in the series is that Mary has a heart of gold and depths that the movie can in no way come near touching.
Having read the series as a pre-teen, and then again as an adult what rings true is that the whole series is about the magic of childhood. It's just plain fun to read - as Mary herself says “Don't you know that everybody's got a Fairyland of their own?”
Having read the series as a pre-teen, and then again as an adult what rings true is that the whole series is about the magic of childhood. It's just plain fun to read - as Mary herself says “Don't you know that everybody's got a Fairyland of their own?”
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