Inspired by
rivka's post, I offered to read to Linnea this evening - usually it's a thing for Her And Daddy, but we've got the impression lately she'd like me to do it - and she chose Astrid Lindgren's Lotta. I read 60 pages before I ran out of voice.
She really enjoyed it. So did I. I can't wait to read the rest. We're about to do the story where Lotta hangs pancakes out of the tree, and then eats green leaves and jam.
Lotta is four, and has always been one of my favourite little girls. She plants herself in manure, one rainy day, to make herself grow. She pretends to be a little tiny lamb pretending to be a little girl. She has dreams that seem so real, she leaves home. FOREVER. That'll teach those nasty people. Her older siblings are lovely and manipulative by turns.
I love Lotta. I always preferred her to Pippi, though far more exciting things happen to Pippi. Lotta is so real.
She really enjoyed it. So did I. I can't wait to read the rest. We're about to do the story where Lotta hangs pancakes out of the tree, and then eats green leaves and jam.
Lotta is four, and has always been one of my favourite little girls. She plants herself in manure, one rainy day, to make herself grow. She pretends to be a little tiny lamb pretending to be a little girl. She has dreams that seem so real, she leaves home. FOREVER. That'll teach those nasty people. Her older siblings are lovely and manipulative by turns.
I love Lotta. I always preferred her to Pippi, though far more exciting things happen to Pippi. Lotta is so real.