It is strange, how becoming a grown-up and a mother changes your perspective. When I was a little girl, I liked The Tale of Peter Rabbit. We had a videocassette of a woman with an extremely affected English accent reading it aloud, to a montage of original illustrations, and I enjoyed it. My heart went up into my throat every time I watched Peter come round the corner and encounter Mr. McGregor. I hated Mr. McGregor; I thought he was a... Read more