Sunday, July 3, 2011
Little Lord Fauntleroy by Frances Hodgson Burnett
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Synopsis: Young Cedric Errol lives in poverty in New York with his mother. On the death of his English father -- disinherited for marrying an American -- Cedric is summoned to the family castle by his grandfather. There the crotchety Earl plans to transform the boy into a docile, traditional lordling. But Little Lord Fauntleroy does the converting. Through his goodness and innocence, he wins the hearts of his English relatives, who welcome his mother warmly.
Genre: Fiction, Classic
Review: This is one of the best books ever. My mom read it to us. It's about a little boy, who is like amazing. Almost an angel. He's kind, caring, loving, loves to serve, and just obediant and pure. Something very hard to find these days. It's got great lessons and is a very special story of a very special little boy. For all ages.
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I to enjoyed this book. It's one of the first books I remember being read to. I have to agree with Cornelia Funke when she says "If you take a book with you on a journey,…an odd thing happens: The book begins collecting your memories. And forever after you have only to open that book to be back where you first read it. It will all come into your mind with the very first words: the sights you saw in that place, what it smelled like, the ice cream you ate while you were reading it…yes, books are like flypaper—memories cling to the printed page better than anything else."
ReplyDeleteThat is defiantly what happened with Little Lord Fauntleroy, I remember taking my first long distance vacation and listening to Little Lord Fauntleroy. And now I have only to hear the name and I'm back on that vacation.
~Elizabeth