A graphic retelling of the iconic novel. It hits all the highlights of Richard Adams’ narrative, and my one wish is that it will drive readers to the full novel, if only so they can enjoy the deep richness of the humor in the latter
“Ees finish Meester Voundvort, ya?”
“Ya,” replied Hazel.
as well as Adams’ wondrous descriptions of the scenery, especially Watership Down itself.
Although leaves remained on the beeches and the sunshine was warm, there was a sense of growing emptiness over the wide space of the down. The flowers were sparser. Here and there a yellow tormentil showed in the grass, a late harebell or a few shreds of purple bloom on a brown, crisping tuft of self-heal…Along the edge of the wood a sheet of wild clematis showed like a patch of smoke, all its sweet-smelling flowers turned to old man’s beard…now the blue was high and rare, the sun slipped sooner to the west and, once there, foretold a touch of frost, sinking slow and big and drowsy, crimson as the rose hips that covered the briar.
Who can forget Kehaar once introduced to him? Or think of a car as anything other than a “hrududu” ever again? And a special shout out to the artists for shading El-ahrairah’s ears with just the right touch of subtle starlight. It took Hazel a while to recognize it and him, and me, too. And yes, I cried again at the end.
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The first paperback run had to still be warm from the presses when the junior/senior English teacher assigned “Watership Down” to our class for the semester reading. Being a snotty teenager who lived only for mysteries, I sneered at the thought of reading about rabbits. My mom, the other reader in the family, figured if I saw her reading my book, I’d have to read it. It backfired as she immediately fell in love with it. We had a schedule. She read while I did the dishes, I read while she cooked, and so on. I’ve never stopped loving this book. Thanks for the head’s up, I think this will be my present to me this Yule.
Love this story, Paula. Thanks for sharing it!
My have mentioned before that I lived on the edge of Watership Down when the book came out, I realisied when I looked at themp in the book – lovely place ndId alwaus oved rabbits. Ran a rescue in Maine for years. And cars will forever be hrududus, food silflay and badgers lendris etc!!!
I loved that book, though I can’t recall much about it now. I was a librarian for 30 years and I remember one of my regular patrons (a woman probably in her twenties, with one or 2 kids, who was a teacher) telling me how much she loved and and we talked about it together. I had cried and she had, too, and she said her husband said “Good grief, Jolene, it’s just a bunch of rabbits!” We were both annoyed at him for that.