Pippi Goes on Board by Astrid Lindgren
Pippi Longstocking was my hero when I was a little girl. Come on: the strongest girl in the world? who's richer than God? and lives by herself? with a horse? and a monkey?
I LOVED HER.
This is the book where Pippi goes on a picnic, gets shipwrecked, and is reunited with her father. I always get a lump in my throat at the end, whether I'm nine or twenty-nine ... or older.
The more I think about it, the more I realize that Pippi is a real feminist icon. She takes care of herself, she doesn't rely on any man (well, at nine years old, she's a little young to be a trophy wife anyway), she's generous but not a doormat, and she does pretty much whatever she wants.
On the other hand, she's not really a model of educational excellence, as is proven when she writes herself a letter. However, I too have found that "pluttification" is not a necessity in my real life.
She is just, but not cruel. In this book, Pippi rescues a horse from its master's whip, but she doesn't whip the master (like I would have). And she makes a horrible man pay for ruined hot dogs after doling out her special brand of justice.
So I guess the truth is right here: I STILL LOVE PIPPI LONGSTOCKING.
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