The narrator ruined this book for me within the first few minutes. I was weaned on Milne, so was looking forward to reading about him in his own words. But this narrator has the most peculiar way of dwelling on a random series of words and drawing them out as if for dramatic effect, and then rushing through the next few. His inflection, too, seems unrelated to the content of the material: rising and falling apparently at random. And why an American? The entire cadence of the language is rooted in rural, middle class Sussex, England. Surely a reader could be found who could believably embody the idiom and life experience?