Rosie Little blew my mind

(I will write a composed post in a moment, for now, can hysteria guide my way?)

Love at first line-- that was all it took. And then Danielle Wood's Rosie Little's Cautionary Tales for Girls managed to grow more fulfilling with every line that followed. I've absolutely fallen in love and so wholeheartedly. I will tell you, as it goes, that I thought I'd known love, but now I realize.... Oh but now...

Yesterday morning I sent out an Emergency Book Recommendation urging friends to obtain this book. When informed yesterday evening that a friend of mine had purchased it that afternoon, that I was responsible for just one copy of Rosie Little being sold was immensely gratifying. And my friend will like it. I can't think of any youngish woman I know who wouldn't (except the horrible ones, but even they might). I will become this book's champion. You may receive it as a gift from me in the future, and you will not receive a gift receipt because I know that you most definitely will not need it.

Oh the perfect book-- these come along so rarely. I kept waiting for Rosie Little to let me down, because there is no such thing as a free lunch or life isn't fair, or other such pathetic reasons, but Rosie never faltered. Would it be way too ridiculous to say that RLCTFG blew my mind? Because after all when you begin with what appears to be the pinnacle of pleasure which only intensifies, isn't that what happens?

Do you remember that first line to which I fell in love (and I will quote it in my review-to-come). From that to the last line? Particularly if you are me? "In a moment, I would take a bold and good-sized step, out into the woods again. But first, I would finish my tea." Yes yes yes. I finished this book on my lunch break today and returned to my desk unable to function. Symptoms of this are lingering as this post probably makes clear.

The one problem with Rosie Little's Cautionary Tales for Girls is, interestingly, in regards to one of the coolest things about it-- design. A little black hardcover with a red spine, polka dots and a red shoe on the cover, black endpapers and flyleaf, fairytale fonts. A bit of whimsy, like Rosie herself-- small but fierece in mean red boots. Ingenius, I think, but then when I was at Book City on the weekend, I saw it on display beside the cash register with novelty books. I was aghast. Mean boots indeed, this book is substance incarnate. As its champion I may be forced to complain to store management, and really, at this point, I wouldn't put it past me.