Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Little House on My Mind

This Friday look for Lois Winston’s guest post on how crafting saves the world! She’s stopping by Hearth Cricket on the month-long blog tour for her newly released Anastasia Pollack Crafting Mystery, Assault with a Deadly Glue Gun. And she’s giving away books!


On Monday I posted about my love of reading – and writing – mystery series, but since then I’ve been thinking a lot about another kind of series altogether. Ad nauseum I’ve cited the effect that Laura Ingalls Wilder’s Little House series had on me as I was growing up – and as a grown up.

For a very long time I found that to be an embarrassment. At once so popular as to be cliché and dorky enough to brand one hopelessly uncool, I hid my Little House love for a long time. But once I admitted to it, I seem to declare it a bit more than is altogether necessary.

Point in fact: the In-My-Own-Words essay in Mystery Readers Journal’s Hobby and Special Interest Issue coming out this winter. (Naturally, I’ll bring that up again when it’s published ; - >.)

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They don’t look too bad, considering how many times I read them as a child – and then they passed through the hands of three cousins before making their way home to me. And see the price? 95 cents each.

Every February a friend of mine re-reads The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings trilogy. It helps get her through the winter. This year I’m inspired to jump on board with the re-reading. It’s been a long time since I’ve read Ingalls Wilder, and I’m curious about how her books will strike me now.

Will they be too childish? Silly? Will they make me roll my eyes and give up this home crafty thing altogether? Will they be sweetly innocent or horribly insipid? Will I crave a good horror novel when I’m done or seek out homesteading stories in response to a newly energized home crafty addiction?

I’ll let you know.


  1. My daughter is doing a report on Laura right now. This summer we visited the Little House in the Big Woods site. When I was the same age as my daughter I got to visit Rocky Ridge Farm. I love this very special connection that I now share with my daughter.

  2. I didn't own the books as a kid, just checked them out of the library over and over (and over and over and... :) ). Last year my lovely husband gave me the complete set for Christmas, and of course I immediately reread them all. Like you, I wondered whether, after so much time, I'd still like them, or if I'd find I had outgrown them. Turns out I love them just as much now, and for me it was like visiting old friends I hadn't seen in years. I hope your re-reading experience is just as enjoyable!