This is by far my favorite book of the series, which makes no sense because it is the most boring and nothing happens in it. But there’s a scene at the beginning, when the Ingalls family moves into their fiftieth new house, and comes across all of the cool odds and ends left over by the last tenants that reminds me so much of my favorite dream ever, in which I am roaming around a house filled with all of these endless rooms of marvelous and amazing stuff, that I couldn’t help loving it despite its boringness.
Constance Reader Writes Her Own Story: Little House & Me Holy shit! I have not read this book, but this is also my own favorite dream, except that mine is a recurring dream and the house filled with endless rooms always has a sinister quality I cannot fully unravel.
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