My dear readers, my little confessional this Blue Monday concerns Alice in Wonderland. Not the film, I hasten to add, but the original story. Although I was a voracious reader as a child, I simply HATED AiW and, equally, Through The Looking Glass!
For a seven-year-old, AiW seemed to me like a world of weird dreams - or rather nightmares. Alice, for instance, expands and diminishes; she has to learn to move backwards to go forwards when she is through the looking glass; progress in her looking-glass world is in mad rushes and jumps at inordinate speeds across the chessboard. How weird is that for a seven-year old’s imagination to comprehend, to elucidate?
Dear readers, what do you think? Am I being unfair? Is there a huge gap in Lola’s literary education that needs instant plugging?
P.S. And while we’re talking about it, what’s your greatest confession (literary or otherwise)?