Once I watched the first ten minutes or so of Little Lord Fauntleroy. I was bored out of my mind. (In my defence, was only 12.)
Some of you will know that I love classic children's books. I'm not talking about picture books, but chapter books (though I also love picture books). Things like Winnie the Pooh, Little House on the Prairie, What Katie Did... love them! I also love LOVE love second hand books: hardbacks with someone's name handwritten on the inside cover, maybe a torn page or two. A book that has been loved, in other words.
So, when I see a second hand copy of a classic children's book that I don't own and haven't read, I'll generally snap it up like it's chocolate and I'm hormonal. You know what I mean.
And that is how I came to own a copy of Little Lord Fauntleroy, by Frances Hodgson Burnett.
I put off reading it for a long time as I thought it might be a little slow or tedious.
I was so very delightfully wrong. It's a beautiful, charming story. I didn't want it to end. It has a bit of mystery too. Also, the dog's name is Dougal! Just like my (now departed) cat. I thoroughly recommend it.
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Now I think about it, I haven't liked the movie adaptions of any of Frances Hodgson Burnett's books, but when I read the books I have always been pleasantly surprised: The Secret Garden, The Little Princess, Little Lord Fauntleroy. The Railway Children is also a great story, though I've never seen a movie of it (I'm not even completely sure that there has been a movie made of it). Frances had the storytelling knack.
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