Have you ever gone back and re-read a book you loved as a child only to find it incredibly disturbing now that you're an adult? Like The Giving Tree
, for example: a terrifying tale of self-sacrifice or a reassuring story of maternal love?
On the contrary to the topic, what I found was now that at this age I can actually sympathize with Miss Rottenmeyer in Heidi (Girl of the Alps)
, who I had thought as such a hideous, adamant governess-from-hell when I was a kid. Of course I don't approve her behavior entirely but now I think that she was just inexperienced, narrow-minded and too devoted to her job, acting for her
ideal goodness of Clara (and so never giving a damn to Heidi), but not malicious in person.