I lied to you. All of you. I tried to read "Tom Sawyer", but I don't have my own copy, and I set out to reading it online. After three chapters and 29 headaches that left two permanent vertical indents between my eyebrows, I gave up. Quit. Threw ambition out the window and replaced it with chocolate cake. Okay, that's another lie. I didn't replace it with chocolate cake. I replaced it with something just as good: The Scarlet Pimpernel.
For my 23rd birthday, my gorgeous little sister gave me a copy of the book (and the DVD of the amazing 1982 masterpiece by the same name). I tore through the book in 3 days. I can't believe this book has been lounging around since the early 1900's and I'm barely getting to it! I feel like I've been locked in the back of an unknown cave for 23 years and I'm just now seeing the sunlight for the first time. It's like being born all over again. That demmed Pimpernel has me wrapped around his elusive lacy cravat.
What else does the Baroness have to offer? What an imagination! Sink me, if I'm not a fan for life.
~Alicia
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Trust you to go and update our literature blog. I feel I've neglected it something dreadful. But once I get my hands on the Great Gatsby, I'll have something to post about, by jingo.
Now you see why The Scarlet Pimpernel is one of my top most absolute favorites, why I've read it 3 times (so far). At last -one book we're both equally ecstatic about! Took us long enough, didn't it?
What about the scriptures, Steve? Geez. You didn't even think of that, did you? Shameful.
The scriptures aren't fiction. Surprised you didn't know that.
What is it you Frenchies say? Tou-che? You see, I'm a bit of a poet, and you did not know it.
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