Thoreau went to the woods to suck the marrow out of life; here, I hope to drain every drop from the books I read, rather than tossing them aside and saying vaguely, “Oh yes, I read that once,” when they come up in conversation.
I’m a Christ-follower, a wife, a mother, a wannabe novelist (with a complete manuscript, no less!), and—of course—a reader. Stick around, poke around, speak up, and enjoy…and definitely recommend your favorites, because my mile-long to-be-read list could always be longer!
American Girl, Unplugged
Last week, I happened upon a new blog: Unplugged Sunday, a blog about a family that…well, unplugs on Sundays. They swap iPods and wifi for books, hikes, and cooking together.
Doesn’t that sound phenomenal? The Professor and I were talking about how recently our computer/TV/screen-in-general time had seen a dramatic uptick, so we decided to dive into our own unplugged Sunday.
Were we successful? Sort of.
It wasn’t idyllic, there was no hiking, no gourmet dinner. Pookie whined all day with teething/growing/I-hate-being-weaned pains. We didn’t even make it the whole day: we turned on the computer sometime after 6PM to listen to some sports talk radio (a station we can’t get on the actual radio) and to print a journal article for the Professor. That led to fantasy baseball team-checking, Tetris playing, and so on.
But. We played together on the floor. We had a nice library outing. We talked more about the Sunday sermon than we otherwise would have. During Pookie’s nap, the Professor and I played Kings in the Corner and Go Fish while laughing our heads off. We read in bed and turned out the lights early.
Not perfect, but good enough to try again.
How does that relate to American Girl? I’m glad you asked.
After reading Cinderella Ate My Daughter and the author’s account of the American Girl store, my love for the American Girl books was rekindled. I remember reading Meet Felicity, Meet Addy, Meet Molly, and the like in my grandmother’s basement when I was a little girl. The books portray history (think the American Revolution, the Civil War, WWII, the Depression, etc.) through the eyes of relatable, strong, moral, dynamic young girls–the kind of girls you want your own daughter(s) to be.
So for my own reading and nostalgic pleasure, I browsed the American Girl section at the library, brought how a few of the classic Felicity books, a Felicity mystery (more of a novel length book), and a “Girls of Many Lands” book–a novel-length story that follows a girl named Cecile as she serves at the court of Versailles in 1711. I haven’t finished any of them (see the teething/growing/I-hate-being-weaned note above) but plan to finish and write about them Thursday.