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Eight Cousins: Louisa M. Alcott, Rupert Hart-Davies, 1965.

Alcott is most famous for ‘Little Women’ and the series that followed. I read those classics as a child, but not only did I first read this book as an adult, I have a feeling that I read it after its sequel. ‘Rose in Bloom’. I hope to reread that next - in fact, that’s my bribe to get myself to read a realist literary novel - after being charmed by my reunion with Rose, her seven boy cousins and, indeed, all her family.

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Campfire Girls in the Country (or The Secret Aunt Hannah Forgot): Stella M. Francis

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Doctor Noreen: E.E. Ellsworth

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The Mascotte of Sunnydale: E.L. Haverfield

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Of the three, I preferred the latter.

There was another book that I read over my Easter holidays that I want to review, but it deserves a post of its own.

More About Pixie: Mrs George de Horne Vaizey The Religious Tract Society

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Olive Roscoe or The New Sister: E. Everett-Green, Nelson

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Esther Cameron’s Story: Rosa N. Carey The Office of the Girl’s Own Paper

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The first time I saw the advert for Wimbeldon, it was quite charming, but not so much the second. I fear that it'll get on my nerves over the next few days.

Also over the weekend, I read Fun Next Door by Freda M. Hunt, and it was quite fun. I felt as if it was a sequel (but the book didn't have those useful footnotes children's series have referring you to the title). Ann is living with strict and older relatives in the charmingly named village of Duckpuddle because her mother is sick. Fortunately for her, their neighbours, the Dakers, have children her age and run a school. At Pinetops, Ann does have the aforementioned fun (picnics turn into explorations and Ann becomes a budding ornithologist and also a cat-owner). What was most interesting is that one of the children living next door is Apple (short for Applegard!) the son of a famous Negro singer. The writer emphasises his Americaness more than his skin colour. My copy is from 1958 and it was first published in April 1953.