Before I explain what I did on the Friday (day nineteen and the 21st March for those wondering where we’re up to) we’ll need a bit of back story.
When I picked up all my stuff not so long ago I found a series of books that I used to love throughout my entire childhood and my teenage years. I hadn’t read them since I was nineteen for the simple reason that I hadn’t HAD them since then and I was extremely excited when I came across them again.
I was doubly excited for a series of books set in a girls boarding school in Austria, Guernsey, England, Wales and finally Switzerland over a period spanning from the 1920’s to around about the 1960’s is clearly NOT the sort of thing I’m usually found reading these days. However as it’s a series of 62 books I wasn’t sure about committing that much time to one project. After some pondering I therefore decided to allocate three new things to the Chalet School books. One for each of the three main periods as I see them.
Day nineteen saw me firmly in the middle of what I think of as The Jo years. The Jo years span from book one where she first starts at school (as it’s first pupil) to book 21 where the Jo centric adventures first move out of school and she starts to spend more of her time mothering and writing than fiddling in school affairs. Not that she stops being around and about the school, or living next door, she just becomes firmly relegated into the “Grown Up” zone, a process that begun a few books prior when she’d thought her husband dead from a u boat attack.
So on this particular Friday, knowing I had a majorly busy weekend up ahead, I settled down and read my way through books three to seven. I’m further on now but the problems with this project are a)my English has become a bit on the old fashioned and slightly pretentious sounding side which is causing David occasional fits of giggles (naughty David) and b)I’ve had to throw away five of the books as they’re so old they’ve fallen apart to an unsellotapeable and unreadable state and am now having to re buy them off amazon. This means occasional periods of waiting when I don’t realsie there’s a gap coming up ahead!
Tags: Books, day nineteen
