As I mentioned in my easily influenced post, I often get a new take on books with a re-read. I thought of another, this time heartwarming example.
Growing up, like most little girls, I loved the Laura Ingalls Wilder books.
I was transported to the prairie. Despite my affinity for them, something had always bugged me about the books when I first read them, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. When I re-read them a couple years ago, I instantly put my finger on it: I related to Mary not Laura. Why couldn’t she just follow the rules?!?!?!?
These books returned me to a simpler place, and I started to wane nostalgic for a time in which I never lived. To think of a Christmas where children were delighted by homemade gifts and made eternally grateful for their annual single piece of candy. I remember as a child thinking how sad they should be about being so poor!
In my re-read, I paid a great deal of attention to the cooking that Caroline Ingalls did in her tiny homes with limited ingredients and cooking implements. I even checked out the Laura Ingalls Wilder cookbook from the library and made the deliciously soft and flavorful gingerbread.
Occasionally I long for a world with fewer choices, especially when analysis paralysis is kicking in. That is when my mind starts to think about the prairie. That doesn’t last long before I am reminded that “simpler” is very different than “easy”: Mary went blind because of scarlet fever (which I had when I was 4!); my life would have consisted of getting married, having babies, and cleaning everything by hand; and the average life expectancy in the 1880s was my current age. Perspective is quickly placed when I think of it that way!
Once I get my new-to-me bookshelf (and thus making enough space), I definitely plan to buy the entire collection. I plan reread them often enough to make it worthwhile, plus just seeing them on the shelf will make me smile.
What books are worthy of a re-read to you? or Where do you mentally go when your current situation is getting to be a bit much?