Book #32: Charlotte’s Web

E.B. White, Charlotte’s Web, (1952), 184p

Sometimes I get very sentimental. Sometimes I long for the sweet innocence and completely unjaded days of my childhood. On days like that, or simply when I need a pallet cleanser from attempting to read one of the most disturbing books of my life, I pick up one of my childhood favourites and revisit it.

Seriously, is there a more perfect or beautiful book out there than Charlotte’s Web? I highly doubt it. I am likely incredibly biased because I would rank it as my all-time favourite children’s book, but I am sure many others will agree.

Even rereading it, I cried. This has to be the most heartbreaking paragraph ever written.

She never moved again. Next day, as the Ferris wheel was being taken apart and the race horses were being loaded into vans and the entertainers were packing up their belongings and driving away in their trailers, Charlotte died. The Fair Grounds were soon deserted. The sheds and the buildings were empty and forlorn. The infield was littered with bottles and trash. Nobody, of the hundreds of people that had visited the Fair, knew that a grey spider had played the most important part of all. No one was with her when she dies. p. 171

I love this tale of unexpected friendship and loyalty. I love Fern and Wilbur and Charlotte. I even learn to appreciate Templeton.

What are your childhood faves? Have you reread them as an adult? Please dish!

Happy reading –
Laurie 🙂