I just finished Rosie Little's Cautionary Tales for Girls.First page of the book reads, "These are not, I should say from the outset, tales written for the benefit of good and well-behaved girls who always stick to the path when they go to Grandma's. Skipping along in their gingham frills - baskets of scones, jam and clotted cream upon their arms - what need can these girls have for caution? Rather, these are tales for gilrs who have boots as stout as their hearts, and who are prepared to firmly lace them up (boots and hearts both) and step out into the wilds in search of what they desire. And since it cannot be expected that stout-booted, stout-hearted girls will grow up without misfortune or miscalculation of some kind, they require a reminder, from time to time, about the dangers that lurk both in dark forests and in the crevices of one's own imagining - Rosie Little"
The best part of the book in my opinion. Besides the second story (a great one about a woman who finds herself inadvertantly collecting elephants), the stories just fell really flat for me.
But what a terrific opener! And it was really beautifully bound. Just not so great a read.
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