The Wind in the Willows

By Kenneth Grahame

“The Wind in the Willows” is a 1908 children's novel by Kenneth Grahame. The story centres around four characters: Rat, Mole, Badger, and Toad who live in pastoral England during the Edwardian era. Originally adapted from bedtime stories Grahame used to tell his young son, “The Wind in the Willows” has become a classic of children's literature enjoyed by millions the world over. Perfect bedtime reading material not to be missed by lovers and collectors of children's literature. Kenneth Grahame (1859–1932) was a Scottish writer. Other notable works by this author include: “The Golden Age” (1895), “Dream Days” (1898), and “The Headswoman” (1898). Read & Co. Children's is proudly republishing this classic novel now in a new edition complete with a specially-commissioned biography of the author.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Read & Co. Children's
• Release date: Nov 6, 2020
• ISBN: 9781528791748

Kenneth Grahame

Kenneth Grahame (1859–1932) was a Scottish writer, most famous for one of the all-time classics of children’s literature, The Wind in the Willows, as well as for The Reluctant Dragon.

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THE WIND

IN THE WILLOWS

By

KENNETH GRAHAME

First published in 1908

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Contents

Kenneth Grahame

I THE RIVER BANK

II THE OPEN ROAD

III THE WILD WOOD

IV MR. BADGER

V DULCE DOMUM

VI MR. TOAD

VII THE PIPER AT THE GATES OF DAWN

VIII TOAD’S ADVENTURES

IX WAYFARERS ALL

X THE FURTHER ADVENTURES OF TOAD

XI ‘LIKE SUMMER TEMPESTS CAME HIS TEARS’

XII THE RETURN OF ULYSSES

Kenneth Grahame

Kenneth Grahame was a Scottish writer, most famous for The Wind in the Willows (1908); one of the classics of children's literature. He also wrote The Reluctant Dragon (1898); and both books were later adapted into Disney films.

Kenneth Grahame was born in Edinburgh, Scotland, on 8th March, 1859. When he was little more than a year old, his father, an advocate, received an appointment as sheriff-substitute in Argyllshire at Inveraray on Loch Fyne. Kenneth loved the sea and was happy there, but when he was five, his mother died from complications of childbirth, and his father, who had a drinking problem, gave over care of Kenneth (alongside his brother Willie, his sister Helen and the new baby Roland) to 'Granny Ingle'.

With their Granny Ingle, the children lived in a spacious, if dilapidated, home, 'The Mount', on spacious grounds in idyllic surroundings. Here, they were introduced to the riverside and boating by their uncle, David Ingles, curate at Cookham Dean church. This delightful ambiance, particularly Quarry Wood and the River Thames, is believed, by Peter Green (Grahame's biographer), to have inspired the setting for The Wind in the Willows.

Whilst attending St. Edward's School in Oxford between 1868 and 1875, Grahame excelled both academically and in sports. Due to financial constraints, he didn't attend university, and in 1879 obtained a position with the Bank of England in London. Grahame rose through the ranks however, until he retired as the Bank's Secretary in 1907.

During his early career, Grahame began to write in the evenings, and submitted work to such publications as St. Edward's Chronicle, the National Observer, the St. James Gazette and The Yellow Book. Grahame's first published story appeared in 1888, entitled 'By A Northern Furrow'. His most famous short story, 'The Reluctant Dragon', would appear ten years later.

During the 1890s, Grahame published a number of book-length works, including a collection of essays, Pagan Papers (1893), and two collections of short stories: The Golden Age (1895) and Dream Days (1898). All of these achieved both commercial and critical success.

Grahame married Elspeth Thomson in 1899. They had only one child, a boy named Alastair, who was born blind in one eye and plagued by health problems throughout his short life. On Grahame's retirement, they returned to Cookham where he had lived as a child, and lived at 'Mayfield', now Herries Preparatory School, where he turned the bedtime stories he told Alastair into his masterpiece.

Due to health problems, Grahame retired from the bank in 1907. The exact causes of his ill-health remain a mystery however, with some stating that it may have been precipitated by a strange, possibly political, shooting incident at the bank in 1903. Grahame was shot at three times, all of them missed. An alternative explanation, given in a letter on display in the Bank museum, is that he had quarrelled with Walter Cunliffe, one of the bank's directors, who would later become Governor of the Bank of England, in the course of which he was heard to say that Cunliffe was 'no gentleman', and that his retirement was enforced ostensibly on health grounds.

Despite this, Grahame seemed quite happy to retire, and moved with his family to the countryside. This gave him time to travel and concentrate on his writing efforts. In 1908, Grahame published his best-known work: The Wind in the Willows. Now regarded as one of the most famous works in all of children's literature, the book has been adapted countless times for stage, screen and radio. Grahame took his son for inspiration, and the wayward and headstrong nature he saw in his boy Alastair (also known by the nickname, 'Mouse') was transformed into the swaggering Mr. Toad. Despite the books success, Grahame never attempted a sequel – largely due to immense personal tragedy.

In 1920, Alastair (Grahame's only child), committed suicide – he jumped onto a railway track while studying as an undergraduate at Oxford University. This occurred two days before his twentieth birthday, on 7th May. Out of respect for Grahame, Alastair's demise was recorded as an accidental death.

Profoundly grieved, Grahame became reclusive and spent months at a time in Italy. He died on 6th July 1932, at the age of seventy-three.

Grahame is buried in Holywell Cemetery, Oxford. His cousin, Anthony Hope (also a successful author), wrote his epitaph, which reads:

' To the beautiful memory of Kenneth Grahame, husband of Elspeth and father of Alastair, who passed the river on the 6th of July, 1932, leaving childhood and literature through him the more blest for all time.'

THE WIND

IN THE WILLOWS

I

THE RIVER BANK

The Mole had been working very hard all the morning, spring-cleaning his little home. First with brooms, then with dusters; then on ladders and steps and chairs, with a brush and a pail of whitewash; till he had dust in his throat and eyes, and splashes of whitewash all over his black fur, and an aching back and weary arms. Spring was moving in the air above and in the earth below and around him, penetrating even his dark and lowly little house with its spirit of divine discontent and longing. It was small wonder, then, that he suddenly flung down his brush on the floor, said ‘Bother!’ and ‘O blow!’ and also ‘Hang spring-cleaning!’ and bolted out of the house without even waiting to put on his coat. Something up above was calling him imperiously, and he made for the steep little tunnel which answered in his case to the gravelled carriage-drive owned by animals whose residences are nearer to the sun and air. So he scraped and scratched and scrabbled and scrooged and then he scrooged again and scrabbled and scratched and scraped, working busily with his little paws and muttering to himself, ‘Up we go! Up we go!’ till at last, pop! his snout came out into the sunlight, and he found himself rolling in the warm grass of a great meadow.

‘This is fine!’ he said to himself. ‘This is better than whitewashing!’ The sunshine struck hot on his fur, soft breezes caressed his heated brow, and after the seclusion of the cellarage he had lived in so long the carol of happy birds fell on his dulled hearing almost like a shout. Jumping off all his four legs at once, in the joy of living and the delight of spring without its cleaning, he pursued his way across the meadow till he reached the hedge on the further side.

‘Hold up!’ said an elderly rabbit at the gap. ‘Sixpence for the privilege of passing by the private road!’ He was bowled over in an instant by the impatient and contemptuous Mole, who trotted along the side of the hedge chaffing the other rabbits as they peeped hurriedly from their holes to see what the row was about. ‘Onion-sauce! Onion-sauce!’ he remarked jeeringly, and was gone before they could think of a thoroughly satisfactory reply. Then they all started grumbling at each other. ‘How stupid you are! Why didn’t you tell him—’ ‘Well, why didn’t you say—’ ‘You might have reminded him—’ and so on, in the usual way; but, of course, it was then much too late, as is always the case.

It all seemed too good to be true. Hither and thither through the meadows he rambled busily, along the hedgerows, across the copses, finding everywhere birds building, flowers budding, leaves thrusting—everything happy, and progressive, and occupied. And instead of having an uneasy conscience pricking him and whispering ‘whitewash!’ he somehow could only feel how jolly it was to be the only idle dog among all these busy citizens. After all, the best part of a holiday is perhaps not so much to be resting yourself, as to see all the other fellows busy working.

He thought his happiness was complete when, as he meandered aimlessly along, suddenly he stood by the edge of a full-fed river. Never in his life had he seen a river before—this sleek, sinuous, full-bodied animal, chasing and chuckling, gripping things with a gurgle and leaving them with a laugh, to fling itself on fresh playmates that shook themselves free, and were caught and held again. All was a-shake and a-shiver—glints and gleams and sparkles, rustle and swirl, chatter and bubble. The Mole was bewitched, entranced, fascinated. By the side of the river he trotted as one trots, when very small, by the side of a man who holds one spell-bound by exciting stories; and when tired at last, he sat on the bank, while the river still chattered on to him, a babbling procession of the best stories in the world, sent from the heart of the earth to be told at last to the insatiable sea.

As he sat on the grass and looked across the river, a dark hole in the bank opposite, just above the water’s edge, caught his eye, and dreamily he fell to considering what a nice snug dwelling-place it would make for an animal with few wants and fond of a bijou riverside residence, above flood level and remote from noise and dust. As he gazed, something bright and small seemed to twinkle down in the heart of it, vanished, then twinkled once more like a tiny star. But it could hardly be a star in such an unlikely situation; and it was too glittering and small for a glow-worm. Then, as he looked, it winked at him, and so declared itself to be an eye; and a small face began gradually to grow up round it, like a frame round a picture.

A brown little face, with whiskers.

A grave round face, with the same twinkle in its eye that had first attracted his notice.

Small neat ears and thick silky hair.

It was the Water Rat!

Then the two animals stood and regarded each other cautiously.

‘Hullo, Mole!’ said the Water Rat.

‘Hullo, Rat!’ said the Mole.

‘Would you like to come over?’ enquired the Rat presently.

‘Oh, its all very well to talk,’ said the Mole, rather pettishly, he being new to a river and riverside life and its ways.

The Rat said nothing, but stooped and unfastened a rope and hauled on it; then lightly stepped into a little boat which the Mole had not observed. It was painted blue outside and white within, and was just the size for two animals; and the Mole’s whole heart went out to it at once, even though he did not yet fully understand its uses.

The Rat sculled smartly across and made fast. Then he held up his forepaw as the Mole stepped gingerly down. ‘Lean on that!’ he said. ‘Now then, step lively!’ and the Mole to his surprise and rapture found himself actually seated in the stern of a real boat.

‘This has been a wonderful day!’ said he, as the Rat shoved off and took to the sculls again. ‘Do you know, I’ve never been in a boat before in all my life.’

‘What?’ cried the Rat, open-mouthed: ‘Never been in a—you never—well I—what have you been doing, then?’

‘Is it so nice as all that?’ asked the Mole shyly, though he was quite prepared to believe it as he leant back in his seat and surveyed the cushions, the oars, the rowlocks, and all the fascinating fittings, and felt the boat sway lightly under him.

‘Nice? It’s the only thing,’ said the Water Rat solemnly, as he leant forward for his stroke. ‘Believe me, my young friend, there is nothing—absolute nothing—half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats. Simply messing,’ he went on dreamily: ‘messing—about—in—boats; messing—’

‘Look ahead, Rat!’ cried the Mole suddenly.

It was too late. The boat struck the bank full tilt. The dreamer, the joyous oarsman, lay on his back at the bottom of the boat, his heels in the air.

‘—about in boats—or with boats,’ the Rat went on composedly, picking himself up with a pleasant laugh. ‘In or out of ‘em, it doesn’t matter. Nothing seems really to matter, that’s the charm of it. Whether you get away, or whether you don’t; whether you arrive at your destination or whether you reach somewhere else, or whether you never get anywhere at all, you’re always busy, and you never do anything in particular; and when you’ve done it there’s always something else to do, and you can do it if you like, but you’d much better not. Look here! If you’ve really nothing else on hand this morning, supposing we drop down the river together, and have a long day of it?’

The Mole waggled his toes from sheer happiness, spread his chest with a sigh of full contentment, and leaned back blissfully into the soft cushions. ‘What a day I’m having!’ he said. ‘Let us start at once!’

‘Hold hard a minute, then!’ said the Rat. He looped the painter through a ring in his landing-stage, climbed up into his hole above, and after a short interval reappeared staggering under a fat, wicker luncheon-basket.

‘Shove that under your feet,’ he observed to the Mole, as he passed it down into the boat. Then he untied the painter and took the sculls again.

‘What’s inside it?’ asked the Mole, wriggling with curiosity.

‘There’s cold chicken inside it,’ replied the Rat briefly; ‘coldtonguecoldhamcoldbeefpickledgherkinssaladfrenchroll

scresssandwichespottedmeatgingerbeerlemonadesodawater—’

‘O stop, stop,’ cried the Mole in ecstacies: ‘This is too much!’

‘Do you really think so?’ enquired the Rat seriously. ‘It’s only what I always take on these little excursions; and the other animals are always telling me that I’m a mean beast and cut it very fine!’

The Mole never heard a word he was saying. Absorbed in the new life he was entering upon, intoxicated with the sparkle, the ripple, the scents and the sounds and the sunlight, he trailed a paw in the water and dreamed long waking dreams. The Water Rat, like the good little fellow he was, sculled steadily on and forebore to disturb him.

‘I like your clothes awfully, old chap,’ he remarked after some half an hour or so had passed. ‘I’m going to get a black velvet smoking-suit myself some day, as soon as I can afford it.’

‘I beg your pardon,’ said the Mole, pulling himself together with an effort. ‘You must think me very rude; but all this is so new to me. So—this—is—a—River!’

‘The River,’ corrected the Rat.

‘And you really live by the river? What a jolly life!’

‘By it and with it and on it and in it,’ said the Rat. ‘It’s brother and sister to me, and aunts, and company, and food and drink, and (naturally) washing. It’s my world, and I don’t want any other. What it hasn’t got is not worth having, and what it doesn’t know is not worth knowing. Lord! the times we’ve had together! Whether in winter or summer, spring or autumn, it’s always got its fun and its excitements. When the floods are on in February, and my cellars and basement are brimming with drink that’s no good to me, and the brown water runs by my best bedroom window; or again when it all drops away and, shows patches of mud that smells like plum-cake, and the rushes and weed clog the channels, and I can potter about dry shod over most of the bed of it and find fresh food to eat, and things careless people have dropped out of boats!’

‘But isn’t it a bit dull at times?’ the Mole ventured to ask. ‘Just you and the river, and no one else to pass a word with?’

‘No one else to—well, I mustn’t be hard on you,’ said the Rat with forbearance. ‘You’re new to it, and of course you don’t know. The bank is so crowded nowadays that many people are moving away altogether: O no, it isn’t what it used to be, at all. Otters, kingfishers, dabchicks, moorhens, all of them about all day long and always wanting you to do something—as if a fellow had no business of his own to attend to!’

‘What lies over there’ asked the Mole, waving a paw towards a background of woodland that darkly framed the water-meadows on one side of the river.

‘That? O, that’s just the Wild Wood,’ said the Rat shortly. ‘We don’t go there very much, we river-bankers.’

‘Aren’t they—aren’t they very nice people in there?’ said the Mole, a trifle nervously.

‘W-e-ll,’ replied the Rat, ‘let me see. The squirrels are all right. And the rabbits—some of ‘em, but rabbits are a mixed lot. And then there’s Badger, of course. He lives right in the heart of it; wouldn’t live anywhere else,

Reviews for The Wind in the Willows

[norabelle414 · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

A mole leaves his cramped underground den and meets a water rat, who introduces him to the wide world, including Rat’s narcissistic friend Toad, who lives in a mansion and is obsessed with cars. Rat tells Mole that he can meet Rat’s friend Badger once spring comes, but Mole doesn’t want to wait and ends up lost in the snowy woods trying to find Badger’s house. Toad crashes all of his own cars by driving too fast, then steals someone else’s and crashes it and goes to prison. He escapes from prison to find his mansion has been overtaken by stoats and weasels, but Mole, Rat, and Badger help him take it back.

The opening story is lovely, with Mole meeting Rat and feeling a friendly connection and them spending a nice time together. Once Toad gets involved the book totally lost me. It’s supposed to be funny that he crashes cars and also that he’s terrible to his servants and the tenants of his estate, escapes from prison and barely learns a lesson. All of the parts without Toad are fine, and I enjoy Mole and Rat’s friendship, but the book is like half about Toad. There’s quite a lot of sexism throughout the book - complaining about how annoying “lady nurses” are, calling a woman a “wench” for no reason, and Toad dressing up like a woman to escape prison and being constantly sexually harassed. And of course there's not a single named female character, let alone any that the text treats respectfully. I would want to heavily edit the text before reading it to a kid (there’s also a small section that repeatedly uses the slur for Roma, but I think the word could just be skipped).

Some of the book is funny-bad (as opposed to bad-bad). Why are there normal horses? Also humans are there, and the animals are roughly the same size as them? Why and how does Toad brush his hair? Also Toad gets sent to HUMAN PRISON which is very funny. And the animals eat things like custard (where did they get the eggs??) and ham. They could almost just be humans with the names of animals.

[kalliegrace · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

4.5 rounded up. I love stories with animals as the people, from Frog and Toad and the Redwall series to Watership Down and the Rats of Nimm. This one never appeared in my childhood somehow, but it was just as enjoyable now and I can read it to my own children. The critters are fierce friends who seek to hold each other accountable and support each other through thick and thin. A true classic.

[kristelh_15 · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

Reason read: I read this for the BAC. I had never read it so wanted to set that right. It is a story of Mole, Ratty, Badger, and Toady. They all are friends though Mole and Ratty are better friends and Badger is mostly a loner, and Toady is so arrogant, he has to be taken in small doses. The stories were told by the author to his son. They are charming. My art work was by Nancy Barnhart. It teaches tales of morality.

[laphenix · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

Though quirky, I didn't find this book to be exciting nor engaging.

[gypsy_boy · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

A classic of children’s literature (published in 1908) that I never heard or read as a child and somehow never got around to reading until now. A great pity. I have no doubt whatsoever that I would have loved this as a child; one of my delights was the edition I read had absolutely wonderful illustrations. The storyline is simple: two friends, Mole and Rat—together with Badger and a small, assorted cast of others—devote their energies to saving Mr. Toad from his lack of judgment. There are a number of short adventures tucked in as well and a truly lovely, evocative paean to the English countryside runs throughout. The animals’ personalities are beautifully drawn and I cannot imagine any child (or adult, for that matter) who would not be enchanted by this gentle tale. Highly recommended.

[treebeard_404 · Rating: 2 out of 5 stars]

I'm puzzled why this has been such an enduring classic.

[mmparker-213929 · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

This book has some incredibly beautiful passages about enjoying nature, food, and friends... but Toad's chapters were a slog for me. And hoo boy the highly-rated negative review about the presentation of the English class system is very much on point.

[chazzifrazz · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Mole is a timid creature who lives underground. One spring day he has an urge to see what the outside world is like, so out he goes.

He meets up with Ratty, a water rat who lives on the nearby river and knows the outside world well. Through Ratty, Mole is introduced to Toad.

Toad is a creature of means, being owner of Toad Hall and its surrounding land. Toad is “the best of animals,” not very clever and a bit self-centered. He is known for getting exciting about something or other, throwing himself full in , then discovering something else and dropping one for the other. It had been boating, but next it was a horse and cart. But then he discovered automobiles! Toad may have pots of money, but he is lacking in brains.

Ratty, Mole and Badger try to keep Toad from automobiles, as he has already had a number of collisions, but Toad escapes and takes off on an adventure.

While Toad is gone, his property is taken over by the weasels and stoats. Upon Toad’s return his friends band together to take back Toad’s property. A major battle ensues!

The characters each have strengths and weaknesses but as a group they are help to each other. This is one of the plot lines of the book. I found there is much more to the book than what I’d been exposed to.

Though it is was written for children, there is a lot to be had for adult readers!

[raizel_1 · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

A group of bachelor animals share friendship and adventures and wisdom. There is a magical chapter, "The Piper at the Gates of Dawn." (see pp. 108-9) It reminds me of Dr. Who erasing the memory of Donna Noble and Fred Hoyle's The Black Cloud: some experiences are too much for mere mortals to retain.

[anniesdreaming · Rating: 2 out of 5 stars]

Not the best

I didn't hate this book, in fact I like the writing style quite a bit. I enjoyed the illustrations in this Kindle in Motion version and felt that they followed the writing well. I rated this with 2 stars because I found the story to be a bit boring and slow. The first half of the book feels like one story- it flows better. It is followed by several chapters that read as separate stories all together, one of which Ratty seems almost to have a completely opposite personality. Then the last three chapters are more like a continuation of the first half. This break up makes the story line more difficult to follow. I also wasn't in love with the characters themselves. Badger comes off gruff and continually irritated, though we do see a sweet side to him, unfortunately it appears to be a fluke. I found Toad to be conceited and rude and quite unlikable. I did like Mole and Rat. I felt that Mole grew throughout the book and learned about himself. Ultimately this isn't a story that I will read again, and I am not sure to whom or if I would recommend it.

[eurekas_5 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Absolutely Marvelous!

[cmc_22 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

A new edition of a classic book, with beautiful new illustrations. It’s hard to describe how wonderful the story and art are, and how lovely the animal protagonists are in their day-to-day lives.

[cbl_tn · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

Animals including Mole, Water Rat, Badger, and Toad, go on loosely connected adventures in various seasons and terrains. I listened to an audio version, and, even though the narrator did a decent job, I often found my mind wandering to other things as I listened. Since there isn’t much of a plot, I didn’t feel a need to rewind to catch the parts I missed. This is another classic I managed to miss reading in childhood. I might have more fondness for it now if I had developed a fondness for it then.

[desiree_reads · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Adorable. Sweet. Cute. Great for animal and critter lovers of all ages.

The tale is told in a series of vignettes, rather than a cohesive story, much like many other late 19th and early 20th century literature.

Mr. Toad does take the overriding theme, however, once you get a way into the book. Toad loves fast things. He buys motor cars and wrecks motor cars. Then he steals a motor car, goes to jail, breaks out of jail, and has many adventures getting home to Toad Hall. Once almost home, he finds the stoats and weasels have take over his mansion. Can Toad, with the help of his friends Badger, Mole, and River Rat, get back his home?

This Barnes and Noble classics edition is lovely - leather bound with gilded edges, gold embossing on the cover, and beautiful, sewn-in satiny ribbon bookmark.

Highly recommend for your chapter book collection and/or home library.

[soylentgreen23 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

It took me a little while to truly appreciate Grahame's prose, but when I adjusted to the style, these charming tales of Rat, Mole, Badger, and Toad truly found a home for themselves in my heart. This is, quite possibly, the greatest book ever written about the English countryside. It is magical at times, such as when they are searching for the lost baby otter, and it is joyous at others, such as when Rat meets his traveller counterpart - this is one of the great travelogues in the history of literature. And what can be said about Toad, except that he explains the life and career of Boris Johnson better than any other literary creation I can think of?

[steve38 · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

What a treat. Why did I wait until my advanced age to read it.

[piemouth · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Probably my dad read this to me, though I don’t have as many memories as I do of the Oz books. Reading it as an adult, I liked it very much, the way the characters embodied both animal and human characteristics. I loved their affection for one another.
The illustrations by Ernest H. Shepard are perfect.

[m.belljackson · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

As soon as I finished, this book, I read the first two chapters again.

[tsarinatyna · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

This story is beyond delightful no matter how many times I've read this wonderful book. The friendship of Mole, Rat, Toad, and Badger is heartwarming. They have such wonderful adventures together and get into (and out of, Mr. Toad!) so much trouble. There are so many comical moments, touching moments, and uplifting moments in this beautifully written book. A classic for good reason and one that I will pick up again and again to visit with these charming dear old friends throughout my lifetime.

[belana-990668 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

When I read that this book was adapted to the protagonists being female, I decided to give it a go. The book didn’t lose any of its charm—on the contrary, due to the wonderful narrators, it was even more charming than any other rendition I listened to. Absolutely marvellous, and highly recommended.

[wyclif-371215 · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

Revisited this enchanting collection of anthropomorphic animal fantasies from my childhood, now that I have a child of my own. The adventures of Mole, Water Rat, Badger, and Toad hold a special place in my imagination, and this will be one to read aloud to J-Boy as a bedtime book. One needn't have any special appreciation for the Edwardian era or a golden, idealized Victorian past to delight in Kenneth Grahame's bucolic vision, nor interpret Mr. Toad as a stand-in for the coming of the Industrial Revolution and the lure of automation to be awe-struck by his prosody. Look for the edition with the original drawings by the renowned illustrator E.H. Shepard.

[entropydodge · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

Most of the tales convey a deep appreciation of the natural world, home and friendship, as presented from an unusual angle.

Once acquainted with Toad's qualities, or, lack thereof, I did not want to spend time reading about his escapades. Had to force myself through these passages. I guess the tolerance and acceptance of his behaviour exhibited by Mole, Ratty and Badger, shows their goodness.

I will take the book down from the shelf to read the Piper at the Gates of Dawn from time to time.

[amzzz_1 · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

A nice collection of stories about Rat, Mole, Toad and Badger. Lovely to think of Nan reading and enjoying these stories as a teenager!

[librolindsay · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

It's all about the Rat.

Feeling a bit perplexed here. On one hand, it had its goofy, ridiculous, and sublime moments (particularly the chapter "The Piper at the Gates of Dawn" for the latter--and how am I only just NOW getting that reference?!). The choice couldn't have been better for having Monty Python's Terry Jones as the reader for the audio. On the other, Mr. Toad is HORRIBLE. How does he have ANY friends? There are also some aspects I suspect aren't translating well between 100 years ago, when this was written, and now. I can *kind of* brush them off, but if I had children and were reading this with them, there would be a lot of discussion on what's not appropriate.

[jamiem12 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Great story about morals, respect, love and friends. Everyone should read this not just kids. The whole world could use a big dose of Morals.

[viviennestrauss · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

I really wanted to love this book. It started off well, but it just started feeling like a chore to read. With just another 50 pages to read, I can't get motivated to finish. Was there some reason why there weren't any female animals/characters?

[fingerpost_1 · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

The Wind in the Willows opens in a bucolic way, as Mole ventures out from home and meets up with Rat, and the two gentlemanly country animals become fast friends. Soon Badger is added to their troop. But then there is Mr. Toad, a wealthy, vain wastrel, who flits from one ridiculous obsession to another.
The book sort of splits then, with some chapters following the adventures of the idiotic, boastful, live-for-the-moment Toad, while other chapters focus on the other friends. Those chapters tend towards dullness, for while Mole, Rat and Badger are definitely the characters one might like if one knew them, they do not have interesting adventures. They go about being polite to each other and enjoying a pretty day. Toad on the other hand, wrecks automobiles, steals automobiles, goes to jail, escapes from jail, and on and on.
I didn't enjoy the book on the whole as much as I expected to from such a renowned classic; good, but not great in my mind. The duller chapters weighted it down. I also found the presence of humans in this world disconcerting. Seems to me all of the characters should have been animals.

[nx74defiant · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

Cute adventures of Mr. Toad and his friends. The story where they meet Pan seems out of place.

[nicholasjjordan · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

Yes, it's a classic, and it definitely deserves that space. But it's also really meandering and slow and semi-plotless. I'm glad I re-read it after many years away.

[jeffome · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

Not necessarily an avid children's book reader beyond my trusty Hardy Boys....but i recently saw a local community theater production of this, and in between the time i purchased the ticket and actually saw the play, this book showed up in a box of odds and ends someone gave me.....it seemed like fate was telling me to read it....So i did! And what a beautifully illustrated work this is. The fantastical world of these animals came to life for my stifled and stiff brain so much more so than had it not been just littered from end to end with gorgeous vivid drawings in both Black & White and Color