The Little House series by Laura Ingalls Wilder
I loved my mother's copies to pieces. One of the best Christmas presents I've ever received was when Mom gave me my own set of the series.
Little House started it all. It eventually led to L.M. Montgomery, which led to Austen, which led to being an English major, which "ended" with a Period-Drama-in-books-and-movies-loving librarian.
So, today I found this article hilarious.
Some of it is ridiculous. But much of it is very true. :-)
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I have to say, reading Laura Ingalls Wilder was the first time I thought, "Wow! I'm so grateful NOT to live then!!!!" It sounded awful to me. But I loved reading her books anyway - and now feel gratitude for all the people who lived life in such a way that built up our country to be like it is now. (Um. I love toilets. And electricity with everything that comes with it. And cars. And planes. And suburbs. And...) :) In other words, while I love hanging out with historically misplaced people, I, myself, am not historically misplaced! :)
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