Dorothy, the neat one, was a wispy imp, pretty and perilous as a firework. Compounded equally of curiosity and cheek, a spark and tinder for boys, her quick dark body seemed writ with warnings that her admirers did well to observe. "Not to be held in the hand," it said.
In the classic memoir Cider with Rosie, Laurie Lee, born in rural England in 1914, narrates the events of his childhood, from his earliest days to his first kiss. In lush, lyrical prose, Lee offers the reader a poignant portrait of a boy and a dazzling glimpse of a bygone way of life. (CH)