Sunday, July 1, 2012
But I think that love all stemmed from Poppy.
When I was younger... I loved how a timid little field mouse could do such a grandiose task. It made me feel empowered, and I think it made me respect animals a lot more. She fought for her life and won, she kept on going even when it looked bleak, even when she thought she was going to die. Poppy was a fighter, and I hugely respected her courage.
Now... since I have grown to love and respect owls, it is a bit of a bitter sweet ending. While the owl is completely manipulative, and is a good villain, he is also just trying to survive. The easiest way for him to do that? To insight fear into the field mice. This was an interesting one to read over again.
It's funny, when I was younger, I used to record myself reading and play it back. The purpose? To understand how I sounded to other people. I actually really hated my voice - and for the most part, still do. I also had a lot of issues with reading out loud. I would trip over my words in class, and I read Poppy to try to get better at that.
I don't think it was very successful, but hey, it was still fun.