The Little House
Virginia Lee Burton/ published 1942 by Houghton Mifflin
Another nod to one of the best children's books ever. (Feeling like I'm hitting too much obscure or random stuff without getting through the classics, so bear with me.) The Little House is one of those reads that is so great, you'd almost like to marry it in the old "if you love it so much why don't you marry it?" sense of the word.
Sooooooo, there is this gorgeous, sweet and idyllic little cottage in the country, and she's happy and healthy and dear...
Once there was a Little House way out in the country. She was a pretty Little House and she was strong and well built. The man who built her so well said, "This Little House shall never be sold for gold or silver and she will live to see our great-great-grandchildren's great-great-grandchildren living in her."
Alas... all good things come to an end. When the Little House becomes curious about the city, she soon gets her wish when the world grows up around her, and she finds herself all alone among the big city lights and sky scrapers. You guys who read this blog and love things of old will really appreciate the sentiment here. If you've never experienced the joy of reading the Little House's tale of happiness, woe and redemption out loud to your child, get ready. Around page 32 is when the tears well up. I get the same sensation from this story that I used to get as a child listening to Edelweiss from the Sound of Music. Scratch that... we are listening to it now, and apparently that song still set my goosebumps afire.
My boy loves this book and truly experiences empathy for the Little House on every read. Virginia Lee Burton is really, really good at creating genuine stories like this. She is the real thing and a treasure indeed. Never EVER, EVER pass up the chance to grab one of her books for a song. Shoot, hers might even be worth paying full cover price. ;)
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