First impressions: Beatrix does tend to write a lot of her
short stories in the first person and they all seem so true to life that you
can’t help wondering when reading them, is this really fiction or is this more
of a journal? They seem so realistic that you feel they must be at least
partially based in reality. Her style for this story, was the same as the
“true” story that she wrote of her Christmas in Germany, first person narrative in
an amusing and descriptive tone. The “I”
in this story seems the same “I” as in that one.
I’m also surprised she had a cat again! I guess as a young
woman she was fond of cats, as well as dogs. (Though of course it might be
fiction).
The story turned melancholy with a woman who had been
abandoned and whose children had died. The narrator listened to the story and
felt sorry for the woman. This was an interesting mix of Bea’s humour and
depression.
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