We started in on the princess books with gusto.
I read them in an exuberant voice, hoping she would ignore the deliciously difficult words so characteristic of late 19th century British literature.
She most certainly did not ignore those words.
“What does being cross with his wife mean?” she said, after I finished the first page of George MacDonald’s The Light Princess.
“It means he wanted to be angry with his wife,” I replied and tried to trudge through the difficult text.
Why on earth would I read Phantastes, The Light Princess and The Princess and the Goblin to my seven-going-on-eight-year-old daughter?