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  • dtanton · 3 years ago
    Ha every now and then we get some catalog from a book collector type place and they always have a few "Alice" volumes to chooes from. There are several that I would love to own.

    Alice is special, in any variation, but some of them are just amazing.
  • Cuppojoe · 3 years ago
    I think you and my Dad would get along great. He loves to go to garage sales, flea markets, and auctions, just so he can buy a bunch of old stuff and figure out the "hidden treasures" behind each one. I don't know how many love letters, postcards, etc. he has pulled from in between the pages of books he's bought by the box-full...

    Little discoveries like these are always cool.
  • rob · 3 years ago
    Have you wanted to do a search on who Lottie is? I know this would be incredibly hard, as you don't have a last name. It would be great if you can give the book to her great grand daughter :)

    In many cultures, children books are often classics, with more in-depth messages than adult novels.
  • Michael Wagner · 3 years ago
    When we were puzzling about firm names we kept coming up with predictable names. Not what I wanted. We finally landed on the White Rabbit Group. And yes, it was inspired by Alice's story.

    Thank you for this posting and sharing your interest in Alice, and stories and glimpses from the past. I always prefer buying used books. And the ones that contain the glosses of their owners in the margins as they read are the best.

    Always thankful for the conversation you extend into this world.
  • pram · 3 years ago
    What a relief to find your blog amidst all the clutter at Blogmad.

    I love buying used books too. In India, where I've been brought up, there used to be these used book stalls on the footpaths (sidewalks). Old and browning books used to be piled waist high, and you could just wander amond them like King Kong in New York, picking out whatever you wanted. One wonderful collection of short stories I found was was by a writer called Helen Hudson, written in 1970s sometime. I've often wondered what her life is now. I've been trying to trace her down ever since, but not many trails yet.