It's not easy to write about childhood favourites in other than glowing terms. I can see all the things I would criticise - even dislike - had I first read this book now. The overwhelming heteronormativity, the association of singlehood with a poorer, less worthwhile life, the demonstration that any woman who says she doesn't want to marry is lying both to herself and everyone else, that women are the houseworkers and that a man who cleans house is an oddbod, rare and remarkable, but laudable if he is a single dad. On the other hand, I love these stories. They make me happy.