We had a whole book of Beatrix Potter stories, which I looked through with great trepidation because you never knew what horrible things might happen next. I guess people who think of it as the epitome of twee are just going off the jacket illustrations and never peaked inside?

Blinky Bill doesn't feel like nightmare fuel on quite the same level, but then I'm not reading it as a five-year-old. Perhaps if I were, it would be!