Friday, May 30, 2008
I want to be Nancy Drew
Every evening, Hatfield and I read 2 chapters from a Nancy Drew mystery (the original series). Always 20 chapters, we make it through a book in roughly 10-12 days.
I soooo want to be this girl. She wears sport dresses. Her hair is always perfect. She can shimmy up trees, walk along edges of steep roofs, and hang from bridges. She understands both how to waltz and how to converse about the lesser known rules of collegiate football. She drives a convertible with skill, speaks fluent French and adores her father. She is kind to the elderly, concerned for the ill, compassionate to those who are cold and hungry. I soooo want to be Nancy.
After years of reading Junie B. Jones and the American Girl books, reading Nancy Drew originals are an absolute literary delight. The author uses CLASSIC, TRUE English; No slang dots the pages, no poorly worded sentences scar our ears. No dumbing down of words or terminology exists. Every few pages, Hattie queries the meaning of a new vocabulary word, and on several occasions I have noticed her using her newly treasured word around her brother or sister.
I realize that my middle-aged, mini-van driving self will never be Nancy Drew, but for 30 minutes each evening, Hatfield and I delight being transported into a different world, where we each envision ourselves as our titian-haired, sleuthing heroine.