Look, more evidence that I did snack while reading Nancy Drew (my mother seems to believe that I did not – err she would be wrong, lol.) Some sort of foodie goo with fuzzy pink hair attached. My bedroom was pink and green (because my grandmother swore that pink and green went together and I believed every word she ever said, which is another story.) I vaguely recall some fuzzy pink pillow was on my bed and I’m pretty sure this pink fuzz is pillow related.
Anyway – The Password to Larkspur Lane – finished it, laughed when Bess said “I don’t want to meet any kidnappers” and George said “Don’t be such a snob!” Umm so you’re a snob if you don’t want to meet kidnappers? Hah. Who knew? Call me a snob because kidnappers are not high on my list of people to mee either.
I love that you’re reading Nancy Drew, Denise! I’ve been trying to get my book club to do a “books we loved as girls” series forEVER. No luck. But Nancy Drew would be high on the list …