Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Classic Covers: The True Confessions of Charlotte Doyle
And just look at that cover. The look on her face. That is how I always hoped I looked as a young girl, staring out the window during a long car ride: romantic, lost in her deep thoughts, and just bursting with secret potential.
I have always chafed at the sense that there are certain things that boys do and certain things that girls do (which is why I love Frankie Landau Banks so much). Through Charlotte, I got to experience what it feels like to swab the deck, sit in the crow's nest, and hoist the mizzen mast.
Plus, Charlotte ends up as a sailor because she decides to fight against an unjust and racist captain who is tyrannizing his crew. So she's a real hero, not just in the sense that she is the main character of the novel.
I always hoped to have adventures like Charlotte. And I hoped, if tested, that I would make the noble and difficult choices that she made, holding myself to the highest standard of justice and honor.
But I still have never figured out why the author, Avi, has only one name.