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Ah, Baby Island: the book that introduced 8 year-old me to words like hard tack and tarpaulin and to the concept of powdered milk. Thanks to this book I made sure to always carry around safety pins in my pockets, have never in my life confused poltroons with doubloons, and was shocked one night in a pub when I realized I could somehow sing along to Scots Wha Hae. Like a previous reviewer, I borrowed this book so often the librarian eventually just gave it to me.
It's written in the '30s and it shows - missionaries, savages, harabs, interurban cars - but it remains wacky and charming and a fun read. Jean is always my favourite.
Time and tide wait for no man, garlic does not belong in a banana and coconut cream pie, and if you want to survive a ship-wreck, pre-teen girls will get you through it.
It's written in the '30s and it shows - missionaries, savages, harabs, interurban cars - but it remains wacky and charming and a fun read. Jean is always my favourite.
Time and tide wait for no man, garlic does not belong in a banana and coconut cream pie, and if you want to survive a ship-wreck, pre-teen girls will get you through it.