Sigh . . . I was so excited about this book. I was even prepared to deal with the disjointed narrative, which reflected McClure's admittedly disorganized tackling of the project. But I eventually could NOT deal with the narrator anymore.

She describes so well the way that she and many other little girls (myself included) felt about these books and about Laura, but that child-like fascination seemed to give way to something a bit . . . smirkier. At times she has a really condescending attitude towards the other LHotP devotees she meets on her pilgrimage. If they didn't appreciate the Little House books for the "right" reasons, or they loved the TV show, or they were religious, or they home-schooled, or whatever, then they were deemed fair kooky game. It was a disappointment.