I was nine, not hopscotching around the world meeting fake Scottish con men, missy.
Hey, there, little miss sassymouth, I was nine too! I was just nine and sick a lot and spending my sick days curled up in front of the TV listening to the dreamy fake Scottish guy on my mom's favorite soap.
Then I turned ten and threw over the TV Scot for Mr Rochester in this edition of Jane Eyre.
The December Locus mentions that Jacqueline Carey has just sold the Imriel trilogy, featuring characters from the Kushiel books, to Warner
V. cool!
And I, too, read Trixie Belden books as a kid, that had belonged to my much older cousins...I remember when they all seemed so OLD, as TEENAGERS, they were so far beyond my ken...
Nail polish on silver, milk-soaked bread in hamburgers, and cyanide in apple seeds. Not that I've ever used any of this information at any point in my life, but it's been burned into my brain for all eternity. I never understood the silkscreening though.
Trixie Belden was the source of one of my read-but-never-spoken mispronounced words: jalopy. For years I thought it was JALL-uh-pee.
Jalopy! Never seen that word commonly used anywhere else. How is it supposed to be pronounced?
Juh-law-pee is how I learned it, too.
Remember Jim's stepfather Jonesy? For some reason I always thought it was John-ess-y, until my sister corrected me years later. D'oh!
I remember Jim! *sigh*. You guys are making me want to drive over to my parents' house and get them right now.