Came across this post from 2011 and had to share it again since the LIW conference is coming up this month! The only thing that has changed since I wrote this is that now I have met Wendy personally and now that patient boyfriend is her husband. This is still a book that can make me laugh and cry. 🙂
For my birthday, my friend got me this book as she knows that when I’m not busy being obsessed with Louisa May Alcott, I’m busy being obsessed with Laura Ingalls Wilder. I promptly put this book in a “safe place” and then couldn’t find it for six months. I was so very happy that I found it a few weeks ago and got to read this wonderful and hilarious book, where author Wendy McClue goes searching for all things Laura.
But first, let me backtrack. When I say I loved the Little House books when I was a kid, I mean I reallyLOVED the Little House books when I was a kid (um – as an adult, too). I read them all mulptiple times. I actually owned and wore a sunbonnet on a regular basis. And yes – I made my family call me “Laura” (but only when I was…
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