Reading these old YA novels only on my commute seems to be just the thing. I think I shall continue. I'm checking out The Eagle of the Ninth today to tide me over. Now it's time to see if I can find a library that will loan me Swallowdale- neither the school library nor the local one has it. Meanwhile, my flist needs to help me out!
Should I wait for them to send me Swallowdale, or should I start right in on the third book of the series (Peter Duck: A Treasure Hunt in the Caribbees) without waiting?
(I'm nearly always Titty, but sometimes John and sometimes Peggy, and when I'm feeling particularly Nativish, sometimes Susan or Roger. But I'm nearly never Nancy, for I'm sadly quite ruthful usually. My sister's maybe John but sometimes Nancy and sometimes Peggy or Titty - but you ought to make her read them and ask her. Actually, frey_at_last, I *really* think that you four and us two need to rent two sailboats on a lake and go play Swallows and Amazons some summer.)