So, I was so excited to find this book, and I was so much more excited since the author, Rosemary Wells is the same writer that authored Charlie's weekly story that was sent home from his reading teacher. Rosemary Wells is a well known author for her Max and Ruby stories. So, Charlie was even more excited that the same day he received that story in his book from class, he checked out this "Lassie Come-Home" book. Well, we sat down to read it last night. I knew it would be a couple of night's worth of reading, so we read a small book that they wanted to A.R. test on this morning, then began reading from the Lassie book.
Let me give you a synopsis here, page by page. Spoiler alert- Timmy is not stuck in a well. Oh how I wish he was. This is all sorts of messed up.
The story is set in England, in a small, and seemingly, impoverished town, many years ago. It was rewritten in 1995 by Rosemary Wells, yet it was adapted from a 1938 edition from Eric Knight.
|Freakin' A! Where's my dog? She couldn't have been run over. Cars haven't been invented yet.|
|Anger Management- it starts with a chair.|
Page 4- Talks about how all the men in the village were chronically ill from the coal dust they inhaled. And yet, they all smoke a pipe. Might as well. None of them can breathe right from all the coal they inhale. Yes, I have a cut. Please give me a knife so that I can make it bleed more. That makes sense, right?
Page 5- This page explains and shows how the children of that time were not allowed to show emotion, and cried quietly, if at all, alone. (Shay, at this time, sees the picture of Lassie in a cage, forlorn, and alone. And again, I see her wiping her eyes.) Damn it. I tried to emphasize the part about how those kids kept all their emotion inside. It's not even her dog. Why the hell does she have to get all upset? Then, it goes on to tell how Lassie was "Joe's bright light in a strict grey world." "Lassie was Joe's laughter before he would have to grow up and follow his father into the pit." Okay, here's where I am confused. Why bother? I mean, why get a formal education if all you plan on doing was going to the same mining business that your father, grandfather, and all the men before you were born into? If he hadn't gone to school, maybe he would have been there to prevent the sale of his dog. Just sayin'.
Lassie was only three miles away, and had been sold to the Duke. The Duke was an ass. You'll see. Trust me. Lassie was in a kennel with thirty other dogs, and "her spirits heavy, she lay still all night." I don't have heavy spirits, but I lay still all night too. Damn. I wonder if I have "heavy spirits?" That would be horrible. Here I am thinking I am doing great, and then, bam! I've been undiagnosed with "heavy spirits." That would suck.
|This is what "heavy spirits" looks like. I thought that meant vodka. I thought wrong.|
Page 7- The granddaughter comments on how the new collie, Lassie, doesn't look happy. And of course, the Duke said he had noticed that, as he notices things that effect him. Like, Lassie not being happy will not produce a win at the shows for him. And yes, of course that is what the Duke bought her for. The granddaughter saved some of the scone for Lassie, but when Priscilla went to give it to her, she was gone.
Page 8- Oh, this is a wonderful page. Lassie has managed to dig out of the kennels and when Joe is let out of school on this day, Lassie is sitting right there waiting for him! They ran home together in sheer bliss, and then...
Page 9- Mother and Father burst his bubble, and neither welcomed Lassie home with a warm greeting. The Duke barged into the house like he owned it, and suggested that they had trained the dog to escape and they probably planned on reselling her before the hour was up. The father put the leash on the dog and walked him out to the Duke.
|If I wrote the book, I would have ended the book where they are reunited. But I didn't write this book. All I get is a rinky-dink blog. And now all you get is a sad story about a dog and a little girl who gets "watery eyes" from the sad dog story.|
Yeah. That's how we roll. We have 26 pages to go, and that amounts to about 17 tissues, and probably, three more nights of Mario Kart tourney's. I better start learning to blink. My contact popped out while I was playing last night. I should have Shay read me the book as I play. That might solve my dry eye issue ;o)