Jesus, the only thing that could redeem this book at this point is if Elsie ends up smacking that self-centered abusive father and ran off with her inappropriate lover to start a collective somewhere in the delta.
ETA: Also? I think we need a list of little known things that make the Baby Jesus cry.
According to wikipedia, she ends up marrying her father's friend.
I'm still trying to figure out where she lives. The books so far hasn't said anything more specific than "the south," but the internet says North Carolina. The internet also says it takes place in the 1840s, though it was first published in 1867.
Good God, there's a whole series of those books, including the run from Elsie's Girlhood, through her children, through Elsie's Widowhood.
edit: Girlhood, Womanhood, Motherhood, Children, Widowhood, and Grandmother Elsie. I don't want to think what's in the Womanhood volume.
In completely unrelated news, Trader Joe's dark chocolate covered edamame are delicious. I'm having some people over tonight and bought them for snacks. My guests had better arrive in a timely fashion, or they'll be SOL.
Whoa. He hasn't punished her physically yet. But when he thinks she's lied to him, he's about to whip her with a riding crop. (She's saved at the last moment, by his younger sister, who's a few years older than Elsie, telling him that Elsie was telling the truth.)
(This book, as well as nearly all the sequels, are up at Project Gutenberg, in case anyone else wants to experience the horror for themselves.)
Feh. At this point I think if he had whipped her she would have felt she deserved it because she should have been more articulate with the truth or maybe because she lied in the past.
I hate to blame the victim, but dude.
Three times so far, he's punished her unjustly, or came very close to it, and then within a day promised her that he would be less stern and frightening. And every time, she responds that she loves him.
Ew. A passage that begins with
Mr. Dinsmore sat there a long time with his little daughter on his knee, caressing her more tenderly than ever before;
ends with him finding a locket that she always wears tucked under her dress.