Last night I reached the halfway point of reading Yankee in Oz, I think our 37th Oz book, with my 8-year-old granddaughter via video call. Reading this chapter of The Road to Oz so soon after that repeatedly reminds me of just how marvelous L Frank Baum was at writing dialogue. The Ruth Plumly Thompson books are not without their own charm, but her dialogue construction never results in the kind of delightful exchanges that this book is chock full of.
Last night I reached the halfway point of reading Yankee in Oz, I think our 37th Oz book, with my 8-year-old granddaughter via video call. Reading this chapter of The Road to Oz so soon after that repeatedly reminds me of just how marvelous L Frank Baum was at writing dialogue. The Ruth Plumly Thompson books are not without their own charm, but her dialogue construction never results in the kind of delightful exchanges that this book is chock full of.
Between this chapter and the Woggle-Bug, one gets the impression Mr. Baum doesn't think too highly of academia.
From a city of foxes to a city of donkeys. What next?
Oh it's Oz...there's a city for everything!