Hil, I love that book. Charlotte is such a badass.
Yes! My fifth grade teacher read it to our class, and I immediately bought a copy and have reread it dozens of times.
I don't know The Mayor of Central Park, but I've loved just about everything I've read by Avi. My other favorite of his is Something Upstairs.
Is that the one where the kid is staying in a room with a bloodstain? Or something like that?
Is that the one where the kid is staying in a room with a bloodstain? Or something like that?
Yeah. And the bloodstain ends up as a sort of time travel thing, and he goes back to the 1700s, where the bloodstain first got there when a slave was killed in that room, and he tries to change history and save him. Or something like that. It's been years since I read that one.
Question for the literary hivemind. I'm trying to think of examples of really annoying excessively cheerful optimists from classic (or at least famous) literature. The two examples that spring to mind are Pollyanna and Pangloss. (I just realized I never actually read Pollyanna so maybe I'm being unfair to her.) I somehow managed to miss Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm too, so I don't know whether she qualifies. Any other examples people care to share?
Thanks
Gar
Anne of Green Gables?
Teppy, definitely - thanks.
Candide! (Though, of course, that was kind of the point.)
(brain curls up and dies slowly at thought of blitheringly optimistic people in classic lit)
(brain reaches out for "Crime and Punishment")
(brain realises Raskolnikov is really really boring and depressing and decides to go dancing instead)
Hmm I chose Pangloss as being slightly more annoying than Candide. But yes, you are right - if I'm going to include Pangloss, there is no reason to omit the title character.
Thanks PMM.