The Mr. Men represent probably the first stage of my journey into books, and so I’ve got fond memories of the characters (although I don’t remember much about the plots). Colourful, straight-forward and fun, and with lovely character design, the Mr. Men books (and the Little Miss spin-off series) are classics and it’s good to see they’re still in publication. I also remember my sister attending a fancy dress party in a box covered in red crepe paper; she went as Mr. Strong and it was an awesome costume.
So the Mr. Men helped teach me to read, and, thirty-plus years later, I’ve been reading their stories to my girlfriend’s youngest son. They’re still great books, still capable of making me laugh, and I hope they stick around for another generation to enjoy.
Thank you, Mr. Hargreaves.