I must admit to have not grown up reading Beatrix Potter books, but as I have grown up I admire the talent in writing and illustrating them and am not immune to their charms. I liked this book about Beatrix Potters life, from the most Victorian of childhoods where she was more or less isolated at home with her uptight parents. She was surrounded by pets and had a huge interest in nature an adored holidays spent in Scotland and the Lake District.
As her success as an author grew after writing thirty books, she was able to use her income and a legacy from an aunt to buy first one farm, and then many other properties in her beloved Lake District and when she died she gifted the land to the National Trust, preserving their beauty for the generations ahead.
Somehow though I came away feeling sad for this kind and talented woman who seemed to have had a lonely time for a lot of her life. 3/5