The Wind in the Willows

The world has held great heroes,
As history-books have showed;
But never a name to go down to fame
Compared with that of Toad

Several years ago, I've been offered, for a birthday, a very beautiful comic book entitled "Le vent dans les saules" (French traduction for "The wind in the willows") by Michel Plessix . At that time, I've read and enjoyed it very much, both because the story is very simple, calm, pleasing and enchanting and because the graphics are very much in adequation with the text.

Although it is obviously stated on the cover, I had not noticed that this comic was in fact an adaptation from someone's tale. So, a couple of months ago, I bought this book, Kenneth Grahame's "The Wind in the Willows" and at first, I did not connect it to the comic that was sitting in my living room. I think it took me at least a 50 to 60 pages to realize that I knew the story from somewhere...

[digression mode] I sometimes read too much and it seems that my memory is not extendable at will and it will not remember everything that I try to cram into it. Moreover, the time between complete knowledge, vague remembrance, and complete forgetfulness seems to be auite random and not always related to the quality of the book or the pleasure I had to read it... [out of digression mode]

So the story is great, the atmosphere is simple and calm and radiate something that we humans seem to have all lost: a simple, naive and entrusting relation to nature. I feel happier now that I've read this book and I would recommend it as a remedy against excessive sullenness.