One of my personal reading lists from last year that I have had to carry over and hope to finish up this year is called Spinners' Wheel, a collection of works by various authors that contributed pieces to a book I read a couple of years ago called The Spinners Book Of Fiction. It was a fund raiser from a group of California authors and i enjoyed it all enough to make my Spinners' Wheel list to sample more of their work.
Eleanor Gates was born in 1874 in Minnesota. According to wiki, this novel describes her early life. The book starts with the arrival of a baby girl on Christmas in a blizzard. Her arrival coincides with the death of her father, who had apparently tried to go for the doctor. Right from the first sentence, I was transfixed, completely caught up is the story, and still feel as though I am out on the prairie with the little girl, her mother and the three brothers who argued for so long over what to name the baby that she was nearly three before she was ever baptized. And in the entire book, we only know her as the little girl, even in the final chapter when she was fifteen or sixteen.
I think our little girl was wonderful and I very much enjoyed every adventure she managed to get herself into and out of (although sometimes she needed help for that part). I could see her world through her eyes, and I still feel that I am out on the prairie with her. It was a privilege to watch her grow up. She lived a busy, physical life, but she also had a deep (if slightly naive) side:
The little girl had often complained of the stork's bringing her at Christmas-time, and had been promised by the biggest brother that, when they should all agree that she was very good and deserving—because she had cheerfully done everything she had been told—she should have her birthday changed to June! But so far the promise had never been fulfilled, for the little girl did not hold, as they did, that the compact included the washing of potatoes or the scraping of the mush-kettle. Now, June was almost at hand again, and, as she waited on the bluff for the cow-horn to sound the call for dinner, she wondered if the treasured change in dates would ever be made.
There are five other titles by Gates at Gutenberg and they have gone onto a certain list I keep for Someday reading. I can't wait to find out if they are anywhere near as captivating as this book was!