Little Laura Jernegan, a girl who traveled the world on a whale ship during the 1860s, made quite the splash on the Internet yesterday (thanks, Wendy McClure, for passing on the link). Her journal, written when she was six years old, records her thoughts on various animals, the smells of
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Sometimes it’s hard to remember what a luxury it is to write a book (or, even better, to have written one). After all, the women who came before me were full-time moms, pioneers, dutiful daughters and poor ones, women with things to do. Still others had to fight to prove
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For reasons that will become apparent sooner rather than later, I’ve been thinking about literary places. Not just real places like the Ingalls Homestead or the moors of England, but the places in which we discover the books that mean so much to us. For example, I could never stand
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Ah, Jane Eyre. You have sucked up innumerable hours of my time and God knows what kind of space in my head and heart over the years. And your covers always tend to feature bland, bleak, gray-clad governesses who don’t really point to an appealing book within. In honor of
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This is the story of a woman whose work was lambasted as unchristian, immoral, anything but the work of an upstanding lady. She was nervous in temperament and given to moody depression and moments of utter despair, sadness that the unfettered moors of her childhood home heightened. She wore spectacles
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