I always liked Eight Cousins and Rose in Bloom more than Little Women.
Me too. They're just more fun, IMO. And Rose gets a better deal in the husband department than Jo, though I know some readers who've never forgiven Alcott for
killing Charlie.
Didn't bother me, since I've never much cared for that type of guy anyway, and couldn't picture him reforming.
Ooh, and I also love An Old-Fashioned Girl.
WRT later Anne books, I love House of Dreams and Rilla, but usually skip Windy Poplars, Ingleside, and Rainbow Valley. And I re-read the Pat books as often as Anne and a little more often than Emily.
Anyone want to play literati?
I couldn't get enough of
Jane of Lantern Hill
but honestly, I could never get all that wrapped up in the Anne books. I adore the story, but I think I got so attached to the movies when I was very young that my young self was almost insulted by differences. I was all "Twins? What freaking twins? I don't think so."
I am going to put them on my reading list for the year, now that I am larger and therefore older than I was then.
Lee, you bet. One game for me. Where?
I'm up for one game. Then I must hie me to bed.
I'll set up a room. Semantics, table 67.
Cuuuute Annabel!
Ah, Lilty, now I understand your euphemism. I'm sorry she felt she had to leave, appreciate that you agreed with her decision, sympathise with your loss.
I forgot to wish Cindy healing vibes for her poor neck. ("Neck-ma" is just going too far, isn't it, folks?)
And I want a cheese cave all my own. Mmm, cheese. I just finished off a box of wheat thins (there were only a handful) with dilled white cheddar. Mmm, cheddar.
Oh, lordy, poor Cindy's neck. A really bad neck is a nightmare.
That is one very defined child you have there, Susan. Nothing vague about her, at all.
Must get offline and out of wet things and into dry warm fleeze if I don't want this particular cold to regain a deathgrip.
