Ever read any Elsie Dinsmore books? No, neither have I. I know the name, because it’s a byword for slushy pious Victorian dogoodery, though I don’t remember where – Little Women? Which is no slouch in the slushy pious Victorian dogoodery department itself, so maybe not. Mark Twain? Possibly.
They’re now big with the Incredibly Christian set. Rethinking Vision Forum is not impressed. But the part I really liked is from a comment there. The commenter read the first Elsie when she was a child and asked her mother what she thought of it.
“What a wet blanket. That girl did nothing but cry all the time. I think every page her eyes filled with tears and her tiny chest heaved with sobs.” She started to laugh. “Her tiny chest HEAVED with SOBS!”
I love her. My tiny chest HEAVED with LAUGHTER.