Overall I quite enjoyed the new book! Some favorite parts included the early scenes between Jo & Madge, the snail background, Grizel & Stephanie, and definitely the campfire. Structurally, I also appreciated bracketing by brigadier.
I was a little disappointed that the Guiding part put SO much emphasis on tests. I sometimes wondered why the girls were so enthusiastic about what sounded like just another lot of frustrating lessons, even though in my experience the knots and Morse were great fun. Actually I was baffled as to why merely memorizing the Morse alphabet was considered such a trial. Possibly there was a very different training method, since I found myself asking Joey why on earth she was babbling those bizarre ticka-tyvets (couldn’t connect them to dit-DAH dit-DAH-DAH in my head) instead of calmly recalling L
e-VI-ti-cus and F
re-re-JAC-ques, or whatever the contemporary UK equivalents may have been.* I can see forgetting one mnemonic, but not both at once.
Question: Does the UK really have guiders appoint the patrol leaders? This rather shocked me, since as far back as the 1920 handbook (earliest in my collection) ours have been elected. Also NickyJ’s Guides at the Chalet School
(which will probably continue to feel more canonical until I’ve read the GGBP version a few dozen more times) has them elected.
I also confess feeling rather like Go Tell Aunt Nancy’s old grey goose (presuming she’s the one who “died last Friday, with pains in her head”) at the thought of what sounded more like Cowboy Evadne Imitates Grand Ole Opry than proper Appalachian folk music. (I am somewhat passionate about Appalachian folk music.) Sadly, Appalachian cowboy boots are just what I might expect from EBD, sort of like McGill in commuting distance of Toronto.
Hopefully Margia’s fiddling redeemed it somewhat.
*Actually I don’t think there was any single American system, since although I started the alphabet with a
-BOUT, same as the pre-1920 version mentioned in Cheaper by the Dozen
, there were definitely variants. (somewhat
that I remembered the Boy Scouts’ for-ni-CA-tion before dredging up our clean-in-thought-word-and-deed letter F)