I saw this book reviewed by a friend on Goodreads awhile back and while photography isn’t really my thing, she rated it 5 stars and I trust her opinions so I figured it was worth a try. For me, this was more of a 2 star read but I gave it 3 because it reminded me of my childhood and my heart just wouldn’t let me go so low.
Basically this is a story of people’s lovies. Their bears/bunnies/stuffed toys that got them through their childhood and are still with them today. Each page has a picture of the toy and usually a super short story next to it.
To be honest, I had high hopes for this and that is my fault. It didn’t help that the introduction of this promised that there were interesting stories that these animals had. What we got wasn’t that interesting. One person didn’t even have their bear as a child, she worked her way into the book by purchasing her bear at an auction and saying “it looks well loved.” Many of them are 40 years or more old but there isn’t really much of a story behind them other than where they got it from and it’s falling apart from years of love.
Maybe it’s normal for photography books to have more pictures and very little story and leave you wanting for something.
I can’t end this review without telling you about my Much Loved toy.
His name is Fuzzy. He’s not the first Fuzzy. The first was a bear with a Santa hat who I was obsessed with. My mom had even crocheted him a blanket and I carried this bear with me every where. The day the bear Fuzzy went missing, we went to the park and then at bedtime I realized he wasn’t anywhere. I couldn’t sleep without him, I refused, so my daddy went out looking. He only found the blanket and I guess the hat or the head. The body was thrown onto the roof of the apartment building. I called my mom and asked the story because I was so little it’s hard to remember. This girl who was not much older than me had a fight with me that day and that was how she decided to get even. My dad couldn’t do anything about it, Fuzzy the bear was gone. He pulled down this raccoon from the closet and he became the new Fuzzy. He was given to me originally by my grandmother on my mom’s side. From that day he has been my constant companion. He’s not your average raccoon, Fuzzy was a Karate raccoon. He would fight the bad guys and keep me safe at night while I slept. He lost his eye in an unfortunate dodge ball accident, and his tail has fallen off and been stitched back on…though it’s currently hanging on by 2 threads. He’s been cried on, cuddled, his nose rubbed of it’s previous color because it just felt soothing to rub it. When I had kids I co-slept and now Fuzzy no longer sleeps in my bed. So he sits on my bookshelf, still watching over me while I sleep.
Comment and let me know about your favorite stuffed animal and if you have any interesting stories with it.I would love to hear from you!
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