I enjoyed Stuart Little, but in the world of children's literature I feel like I'm committing blasphemy by saying I did not love it. My main complaint, ridiculous as it sounds, is that this book lacks credibility. The story is about a talking mouse, whose family accepts him for who he is. I knew that much when I started reading, but when E.B. White conveniently created a situation which would allow Stuart to drive a miniature car, I grew sceptical. Then, the final layer on this unbelievable cake of a story is when Stuart decides to woo Harriet, a miniature woman he meets on his journey searching for Margalo the bird. Yes, Margalo the bird. Remember her? I found the confetti style of this book very frustrating. I was not surprised when I read on Wikipedia that Stuart Little received a "lukewarm welcome" when it first came out in 1945.








