I feel deceived.
I guess it’s own fault for growing up with the television series and not reading the books until now, but all this time I thought the Ingalls family settled in Minnesota and stayed there. But there’s only one book about their lives in Minnesota. What!?!
These books simultaneously make me wish I lived a hundred years ago and praise God that I didn’t. I love the idea of building a little cabin and keeping warm by the fire in a rocking chair built by Corey’s hands and listening to him sing and play his fiddle (make that a guitar) for entertainment. But I don’t love the idea of eating whatever animal happened to be close enough to shoot, or the idea of drinking frothy milk straight from the cow. And head cheese? No thank you.
Historical fiction is my favorite genre, so I’m not surprised that I’m enjoying these books. But I have skimmed a number of passages because some things I don’t really care to learn about (making head cheese, for example). They are good books though, and if I had little girls, I’m sure we’d read these together.
The Little House on the Prairie series is such a sweet depiction of growing up in 1800s America, but it has me wondering what people will be reading 100 years from now to achieve a better understanding of the 2000s. Maybe my boys’ favorite series Diary of a Wimpy Kid? Oh my….
(A special thank-you to the lovely seven-year-old girl who let me borrow her treasured possessions. I promise I will finish them soon. ;))