The librarian of my children’s Lutheran school is a friend of this blog. I enjoyed discussing Pride and Prejudice with her as she sped through the novel. Volunteering in the library last week, I noticed that she had placed the Great Illustrated Classics version of Oliver Twist in a predominant location in the library. The book was face out on the beginning fiction shelves. She surely intended for a child to check out this version of our latest classic work. Instead I snatched up the book to compare it to my intimidating copy.
Now Oliver Twist is a sad book. Really sad. Orphans and workhouses. Doesn’t the children’s book cover seem friendlier than the illustration that’s on the cover of my Modern Library copy?
A character list! You know how important one is for my reading.
That evening when the plot became so terribly sad in the very first chapter of my reading, I looked in the Great Illusrated Classics version and for moment could pretend that with a concerned doctor and loving nurse, things were going to be okay for our newborn orphan.
I want to read the children’s version of Oliver Twist.
and to my librarian friend… I promise to give the kids a chance to read it.