I've mentioned before, I think, and I probably will again that Winnie the Pooh is one of those children's classics that made me very much the person I am today. I.E.--I am a sarcastic sh*t most of the time, and a very large part of that comes from Winnie the Pooh.
Rereading A Bear Called Paddington as an adult, the first thing I think is that it's probably partly to blame for the way I abuse the heck out of the ellipsis as a writer.
The bear looked at them inquiringly. "Can I help you?"
Mr. Brown looked rather embarrassed. "Well. . . no. Er. . . as a matter of fact, we were wondering if we could help you."
Taken from A Bear Called Paddington, by Michael Bond. 2014 reprint, pg 8
In all seriousness, Paddington Bear is one of those characters that convinced me London was a strange, magical place, and firmly planted it on my bucket list as a place to go. And I want it to do that for my son, and for countless other kids. Hopefully the movie will help that, right?
Tiny side note, and critique? If you're buying Paddington for someone, the picture books are adorable and fun, but they aren't the same story. A tour of the Amazon Look Inside thing will show you a lot of that. I'm one of those strange people that feel like words matter, and I don't particularly like abridged books. If you think I'm wrong, tell me why down there in the comments, I'm interested to hear what you think.