'Heart Of Gold'
There's more to life than watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer! No. Really, there is! Honestly! Here's a place for Buffistas to come and discuss what it is they're reading, their favorite authors and poets. "Geez. Crack a book sometime."
I've moved on to By the Shores of Silver Lake. I guess I now know why I didn't keep my childhood copy. Two chapters in, and Mary is blind and Jack dies!
It's almost as depressing as The House on Fortune Street. Although I didn't love the multiple POV narrative (or many of the characters for that matters), I quite liked Livesey's writing style and the literary modeling she did (although it didn't quite work in one section). For those looking, I think it would be a good book club book.
"Good dogs have their reward."
Ginger, I had completely forgotten about that, and now I am crying. Oh, Jack! I was really emotionally invested in those books.
Seriously, Jack looking at the wagon and not being excited, and Laura fluffing his bed because she realizes she's been neglecting him, I was like "Sh*t, Jack's gonna die! Nooooo!"
Jack's death--waaah!
Stick with the book, megan, because you next get the thrill of Laura's first train ride and then the fun of meeting Lena.
Jack's death--waaah!
I did a total double take here, because one of the characters in Superpowers is named Jack.
And for how long are we whitefonting plotty stuff in Superpowers, or really any new release? I disremember.
BECAUSE IF JACK DIES (or any of the Superpowers kids) I DON'T WANT TO KNOW.
Stick with the book, megan, because you next get the thrill of Laura's first train ride and then the fun of meeting Lena.
And watching them build the railway!
Sometime in high school, I remember reading a poem about an Arab girl named Leila. (At least, I think that's what her name was.) Something about her sitting in a garden, maybe? It was by a well-known poet, and I think from sometime around 1920 or so. Anyone know what poem I'm talking about? Google is giving me no help.
And watching them build the railway!
Don't forget the scariness when the railroad workers decide that they want their pay earlier than contracted and try using mob force to get Pa to fork over the money, which Ma has hidden in the flour barrel.
Hil, is it this? [link]
No, that's not it. Thanks, though. I think the poet was British, but maybe American.