In the last few years, I’ve been trying to read more of the youth and young adult collections. That’s where I remember the magic, and when we picked up the seven books in the Chronicles of Narnia series, I also happily remembered the speed an adult can whip through the lower reading levels. So it was while remembering my devotion to Trixie Belden and my fondness for Ramona Quimby that I happily devoured Betsy-Tacy, by Maud Hart Lovelace.
This book is the introduction of what seems to be a delicious series. If you don’t have a young girl in your life as your excuse to read this, then salute the young girl in you and read it for her. It’s a delightful read, and though written back in 1940, not so dated as you would expect. It turns out that young girls’ adventures are a timeless genre, and that while we may not have “pussy hoods” anymore, we do have frozen fingers and pigtails poking out from under the head covering.