Alcott Reread

So, having read a bunch of novels of late featuring unlikable protagonists of the friendly neighborhood psychopath variety, I decided that I needed a good dose of wholesome, and undertook to reread Little Women and its sequels. I last did so somewhere between 1984 and 1986. I remembered the vast majority of Little Women‘s plot, if it can be said to really have one, but not that it was quite so preachy or that Marmee would bust out in really long answers every so often. Still, it’s a good book.

I’m reading Little Men now, which I remember less of, and was very amused by its definition of “something dreadful”. Demi and Daisy, who are Meg’s children, are playing with a toy stove Daisy has been given. She made flapjacks for Demi’s tea and each has left the room for a moment. The narrator tells us that SOMETHING DREADFUL happened then. Did Demi come back with a hatchet and attack his sister? Did they conspire to do in their cousin Bess? Did they kill some other twins and assume their identities?

Nope! What happened was… the dog ate the flapjacks! Oh, mercy me.

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  1. Dear God, I hope you’re not yet totally miffed by random people posting irrelevant comments having ended up here after a Dragon Realms/Aarinfel-related google search.

    This is the guy from Poland who at one point sent you a (suposedly) really racist postcard from New Orleans, cause he didn’t know better. Anyway, if you are who I think you are – could you please drop me a line? I’d love to hear how life has been treating you.

  2. I just realized I may be pestering some complete stranger terribly sorry for that.

  3. Oiii that’s lovely! You’re Uma Thurman’s alter ego! You sent me the Dune tape, right? That was so sweet of you.

    I still have that “Gotta Get Up” song on my hard drive, and from time to time I try to impress people (or at least amuse them) by saying I know someone who was on the cover of ROLLING STONE πŸ˜€

    Can’t find the cover itself though

    It’s such a relief that I didn’t pester some poor stranger. And DO contact me via email, ok? Cause basically the same (apart from racist postcards) goes for you πŸ™‚

  4. (hindsight is 20/20)

    in case this damn thing doesn’t actually PUBLISH my mail address, it is:

  5. I knew who you were the second I saw your name. πŸ™‚ And it might relieve you to know that I have absolutely no memory of receiving a racist postcard or freaking out about it or anything. Perhaps it was sent to someone else? I played Auryn.

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