Little Halfpint half drunk up and full grown

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Laurapalooza!: a con for all things Laura Ingalls Wilder

Good God. I want to go SO BAD. Like many girls before me--and I'm sure like many girls that will come—the Little House on the Prairie books were some of the greatest loves of my life. I read those to bits—I even had doubles of the books, so that my older, complete set might be spared the worst of the abuse.

I wanted to be just like Laura—when I was a wee!Nella* whenever my dad (which I used to think of as Pa, as he had a beard too!) needed help with anything, I'd jump to do so, just like Laura would have! And if it required heavy lifting, and my dad praised me afterwards for my strength, you can bet your ass that in my mind I was thinking "STRONG LIKE A LITTLE FRENCH PONY!"
And you know, sometimes there are things I still do just because it's what Laura would have done. So yes, consider me keen on the idea of talking Little Halfpint with others.

...Now I wish I had those books on me…


*and not a middling!Nella, when puberty hit and took away anything decent about me, until I clawed my way back out of adolescent douchery

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OMG...I used to love LOVE the descriptions of how they made food in those damn books. The maple syrup, and the cheese, and the butter...oh man. Also, when her dog got swept down the river in Little House on the Prairie I cried my eight year old eyes out. Even after the dog came back two chapters later XDDD