Finished reading The Wind in the Willows last night. Wordy and lush with description more than action, like Lord of the Rings. In those days before the computer age, readers savored language and imagery as much as they did the story. Things start hopping, as a matter of fact, only in the last two chapters. An interesting take, though, on four friends (Water Rat, Mole, Badger, and Toad) and their adventures as narrated, presumably, by the wind, who becomes a fifth protagonist.

Will have to retrieve another Agatha Christie to start rereading tonight.