Nothing is sacred.

Even as a child I knew Christopher Robin was gay, so Disney decided to avoid the whole issue

I don’t know; the article stated that the Milne estate authorized it, but maybe it did fall out of copyright. My mom’s comment on that possibility was “I remember when Peter Rabbit went out of copyright—all of a sudden there were several new versions with new illustrations. You might ask, who could illustrate Peter Rabbit better than Beatrix Potter, but that didn’t stop anyone.”

Do you know the other day I saw a mystery series starring Beatrix Potter? I wonder if there are any dead British women authors left who haven’t been turned into detectives? Anne Brontë, maybe, but I’m sure I’ve seen something about Charlotte.

I heard the Anne prequel was not particularly good, but I didn’t read it. There was some sort of adventure–really it could have been about any Victorian orphan girl, but of course putting the Anne name on it sold lots more copies. Poor Jane Austen is certainly learning about that–“hey, if I give my historical romance characters names out of Austen novels, I’ll sell a lot more!”

Isn’t this crap just glorified fan fic (or even slash from the sounds of that Secret Garden abortion)?

It’s obnoxious, but there’s no reason anyone has to think of it canon. Give it the same attention you would give to any other fanfic wankfest on the internet.

I’m not sure if I share your cynicism here. Given how long Deathly Hallows is, any remotely reasonable attempt to stay true to the book is going to result in a massively ridiculously long movie.

Bah, Ron Howard already proved nothing is sacred the day he Raped The Grinch.

What do you mean, a sequel to 8? There’s no 8 to begin with.

Pooh is still copyrighted- Disney, of course, has a share in it alongside the Milne and Shepherd estates.
Speaking of posthumous raping of characters, whatever happened to And Another Thing…, the new authorized Hitchhiker’s Guide sequel? Wasn’t that supposed to be out by now?

Well of course it does, 'cause he’d be a zombie.

A SPACE ZOMBIE, no less.

She’s supposed to be his daughter, and I’ve heard he makes “guest appearances” now and then. Not that it excuses it… or their removal of Gopher and Owl… ETA: Or Kessie. (I um… watch it sometimes)

Dear God, that does sound frightful. I feel like I should buy a copy just to burn it.

No, she’d still get the royalties. Now, if you’d suggested *stealing *a copy…

I kid, stealing is wrong, almost as wrong as the plot of that book.

Kessie? I’ve been out of the loop. Wiki says it’s some kind of bluebird. Is she recent? I can’t even find a pic of her on google images.

“Winnie the Two” ?

Early the '91 Pooh Bear series (New Adventures) was the Pooh I grew up on, so yes, she’s newer. (I honestly don’t remember much about her, but I think she was cute, she kind of acted like Rabbits adopted daughter iirc.)

Winnie Three Pooh- Milne already wrote a sequel, The House on Pooh Corner.
As mentioned, Kessie was introduced in the Saturday-morning series The New Adventures of Winnie the Pooh- she was a baby bird. A more recent addition to the Disney Pooh stable is Lumpy, a childish Heffalump who is good friends with Roo.

Unless you’re choosing to count one but not both of the schoolbooks, Deathly Hallows is the seventh in the series. (The official books are the 7 novels, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, Quidditch Through the Ages, and Tales of Beedle the Bard.)

Ugh. I hate this kind of stuff. Every time I see Cinderella 3 or Sleeping Beauty Part Deux, I want to kick a puppy (in a very nice way).

I can’t wait for the modern remake of the Hardy Boys and Nancy Drew series where they battle cocaine addictions and prostitution. Unless there’s already some. I’m afraid to Google it.

Don’t forget Now We Are Six, an actual Milne sequel where Pooh (and C Robin) admit to being a little embarrassed about their earlier, childish adventures.

Which will no doubt be upgraded to Now We Are Sixteen… where they regret their drug habits and early introduction to inter-species sex.

Well there’s this, which, from the reviews I read, was fairly wholesome, featuring Nancy’s small town values being contrasted against Los Angeles, but all in a fairly innocent way.

Christopher Robin is a Furry.

(I am SO going to hell for that one, plus it could start a really ugly Pit thread!)