Stuart Little stunk. I hardly ever say this about a book, but I liked the movie better. The book was very disconnected, the characters weren't very likeable, and even Stuart made some decisions that I completely didn't understand.
In the spirit of full disclosure, I saw the movie with Geena Davis first. I thought it was cute and heartwarming, a bit cheesy, but overall a good family flick. The only parallel I can draw between the movie and the book is that the main character in both is a mouse who lives with a family named the Littles. That is where the similarities end. In the movie, Stuart is adopted; in the book, he's born to Mrs. Little and just happens to be small and look like a mouse. In the movie, a main plot point is about Stuart's parents and what happened to them; in the book, the main plot point is Stuart pursuing his friend who is a bird. They are nothing alike!
One very weird part in the book is when Stuart comes to a town during his road trip in pursuit of the bird and he asks a 2 inch tall girl who happens to live in the town out on a date. When his plans to take her on a canoe trip are thwarted when some kids ruin his souvenier size canoe, he throws a fit and doesn't even want to hang out with the girl so she leaves. The book ends with him driving off into the sunset (okay, actually he's driving north) still looking for the bird Margalo. That's it. Did E.B. White just get bored with writing the story? That's how I felt when it ended.
We had a Trumpet of the Swan lined up to read next. I had some qualms about it after the Stuart Little experience, but we read through Chapter 2 yesterday and so far so good. Let's just let it be known that I'll read Tom Thumb Charlotte's Web and I'll probably read him Trumpet of the Swan (based on what we've read so far), but we'll pass on Stuart Little as a read aloud. Bring on the movie and some popcorn.