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 .
by Loiusa May Alcott.
Found this on ebay. It’s a sort of Little Women in a Little House on the Prairie. Very short, and very sweet. It’s followed with traditional Thanksgiving recipes, so perhaps I might try some next Thanksgiving.
I loved this. A story of a child growing up in a poor mining village in the Forest of Dean in the twenties. An always- needed reminder of just how easy life has become for us and how cossetted we are, and yet how much complaining I do from my comparatively luxurious situation. The book was warm, vivid, very readable. Definitely comes under Charlotte Mason’s category of a living book.
Read the above book a few weeks ago. It had been recommended by a relative many years ago so thought I should look at it. Just as well it is a short book or I wouldn’t have finished it. One of my most disliked books. Totally pointless and meaningless. No idea why it was recommended!