From the Guardian:
I have several gripes: Winifred came across as a horrid backstabber, not the talented, earnest but dowdy kid of the book. I loathed Posy-the-Precocious, a bitching Bonnie Langford, who hardly dances at all - she dances all the time in the book and it's her obsession with dance that makes her so interesting. But my real beef is that Heidi Thomas' adaptation got the one thing wrong that for me, as child and adult, is special about the book: the family.
Who out there still hasn't read Ballet Shoes? Work on that.