By Elizabeth Goudge. I read to myself this week instead of to the children while I had a sore throat. Didn’t enjoy her as much as I used to. Once I figured out the plot I ended up just skimming it to get to the end, which seemed hopelessly fanciful and unlikely.Maybe I was just trying to get through it too quickly. Maybe I need to decide that fiction just doesn’t work at such an intensely practical phase of life .