The Wind in the Willows
The Wind in the Willows 1908, Kenneth Grahame The above is what people often remember from The Wind in the Willows. I blame Disney. For a book that everyone seems to vaguely remember, there's very little in the way of plot. Toad's story is a plot, misadventure piling on misadventure, thrown in jail, escape, battle, the final defeat of vanity. The other chapters, which I find much more interesting, are almost a series of sketches exploring the significance of place: Dwelling Places, Wild Places, Play Places, Holy Places, Exotic Places. The lyrical descriptions leave no doubt in my mind of the affection Grahame held for the countryside where he lived. In the first chapter, Mole meets the River: 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 spellbound by exciting stories; and when tired at last, he sat on the bank, while the river still chattered on to him,