Me, not the book.
Richard Adams's Watership Down was one of my absolute favorite novels when I was in my teens and twenties. I had not dared to re-read it since then, for fear that I would discover that my earlier self was showing bad taste. I finally gave in, and have been listening to an excellent audiobook adaptation. (I'll give details in a follow-on when I have more time.) Suffice it to say that I think my young self showed judgment and discrimination beyond his years; it's still a superb book. I'll post a follow-on when I've finished listening to it.
In the meantime, how do you all feel about this book?
Professor of Story Problems, emeritus
Rationalist with sombrero