The children and I have been watching Pollyanna – the BBC version. Very good. Very timely.
Pollyanna generally got very bad press from the sort of sophisticated realists who raised me. Yet every time I read the book or watch an adaptation I’m challenged. Because in:
A world of grief and pain.
And perhaps God gave us the flowers for the pain!
I needed to be challenged last week.
So thank God for Eleanor Porter and her Pollyanna - and for BBC remakes.
(But if you feel you want a new twist on the subject – something a little less precocious and uproariously funny – look for these two Singaporean films: “I Not Stupid” and “I Not Stupid, Too.” Especially the second one.)