So she was considering in her own mind, (as she could, because the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid), whether the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a white rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her.
ABOUT THIS BOOK: Weary of her storybook, one “without pictures or conversations,” the young and imaginative Alice follows a hasty hare underground–to come face-to-face with some of the strangest adventures and most fantastic characters in all of literature.
The Ugly Duchess, the Mad Hatter, the weeping Mock Turtle, the diabolical Queen of Hearts, the Cheshire Cat–each more eccentric than the last–could only have come from that master of sublime nonsense, Lewis Carroll.
In penning this brilliant burlesque of children’s literature, Carroll has written a farcical satire of rigid Victorian society, an arresting parody of the fears, anxieties, and complexities of growing up.
Carroll was one of the few adult writers to successfully enter the children’s world of make-believe: where the impossible becomes possible, the unreal–real, and where the height of adventure is limited only by the depths of imagination.
MY THOUGHTS: How can anyone not love Lewis Carroll’s Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass.
I read a biography of Lewis Carroll (or Charles Lutwidge Dodgson as he was born) last year which made me want to revisit Alice.
I am glad I did. It was an extremely enjoyable experience and brought back many childhood memories of reading under the bedclothes by torchlight, making daisy chains with my grandmother, the same grandmother’s jam tarts, her wonderful rose gardens. . . Altogether, a wonderful trip down memory lane.