Stepping Into Dangerland
Before anything else, I want to wish my White-Harp a happy 21st birthday! Now she’s legally able to drink (not that age has stopped her before).
Sometimes books make me want to eat whatever the characters are eating. My friend Katranna (and Jo March of LITTLE WOMEN) have both mentioned THE PICKWICK PAPERS by Charles Dickens as a book that makes them hungry. In my case, when I was young, it was the REDWALL series by Brian Jacques, which would delve into the mouthwatering details of deeper’n'ever pie, otter hotroot’n'shrimp soup, and other culinary creations that made my indifferent-to-everything-but-bad-food mouth salivate with cravings.
Such was not the case of Laurie Halse Anderson‘s WINTERGIRLS. WINTERGIRLS practically made me go out and eat a few doughnuts (and I don’t even like doughnuts) out of obligation.
