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Girl, Corrupted

It's Like Our Own Little Book Fair

My intention was to write something thoughtful about speech therapy but I just realized that Steve is hanging doors in the basement.

This is relevant because I have recently started playing a new PC game (Pirates!) and I am enjoying it tremendously (hello, I get to be a PIRATE) but I can only play it on Steve's computer. Since HE has a snazzy 26 inch flat-screen television monitor for his office and I just have this midget LCD dealie, not to mention a crappy video card for jerks.

So if I am going to terrorize the Carribbean at all tonight I am going to have to wrap this up much faster than usual. Steve is so boring about letting me use his office during the work day; I must set sail and pillage whilst I can.

But I was planning on writing something and I am sitting here so, a propos of nothing but oh so quickly, I give you the books I loved very best of all as a child:

The Betsy-Tacy series by Maud Hart Lovelace (quite possibly one of the reasons we live in Minnesota and most definitely the reason that the first house we bought was from the turn-of-the-century.)

The Prydain series by Lloyd Alexander (you know, The Book of Three, The Black Cauldron... have you read it? huh? have you? well go read it RIGHT NOW.)

Constance by Patricia Clapp (Sigh. And then, at the end, when she... sigh.)

The Witch of Blackbird Pond by, um, urrr, uh (apparently I had a thing for those Puritans. Speaking of Puritans, did you know that they actually encouraged premarital sex? No, I am not kidding. I just saw a book review on a book on the subject, which is practically the same thing as knowing something about it.)

The Great Brain series by John somebody (I loved the Great Brain. What a dick that kid was.)

Ballet Shoes and Dancing Shoes by Noel Streatfeild (My tragic lack of talent was the only thing standing between me and my destiny: Broadway Star, but otherwise I TOTALLY would have been the heroine(s) in these books.)

The House With The Clock In Its Walls by John Bellairs (I still get scared by this.)

The Westing Game by Ellen Raskin (This book is so smart it makes me cry. Why aren't I as smart as this book?)

So that's my short list of the things I have read over and over again for the past 20+ years.

How about you?

(Yo ho ho. Arrrggggghhhh. Avast me hearties....)