Dear Diary,

I just read another book. It is called, A Little Princess. First I wrote my theory on what was going to happen, and then I wrote the actual book report.

A Little Princes by Frances Hodgson Burnette

The title tells me that it could be about a princess.

The pictures in the book tell me:
* The princess likes to play with dolls
* She likes to shop
* She goes to school
* She might have a little sister
* She could have a barred window

The illustrator is Tasha Tudor.

I would like to find out if Sara is a princess, or if she pretends to be one.

After I read the book, I will watch the movie.

This book is fiction.

My Book Report:

If I were the author, I would have made a conversation in the end that goes something like this:
Miss Minchin: "Come home, Sara."
Mr. Carissford: "No. Sara Crewe is not going with you. Her father, the Indian Raja..."
Miss Minchin: "A Raja?!"
Mr. Carissford: "Yes, a Raja. Sara is the child of a Raja. She is a little princess. Her father was laden with grief, and died of it."

The moral I found in this story is no matter what happens, you can always be a little princess (or prince), and behave like one.

This story is in London.

I think I can relate to Sara most, because we both like to pretend and tell stories.

Here is my favorite part of the story:

One evening, Mr. Carissford, looking up from his book, noticed that his companion had not stirred for some time, but sat gazing into the fire. "What are you supposing, Sara?" he asked. Sara looked up with a bright color on her cheek. "I was supposing," she said. "I was remembering that hungry day, and a child I saw." "But there were a great many hungry days," said the Indian gentleman with a rather sad tone in his voice. "Which hungry day was it?" "I forgot you didn't know," said Sarah. Then she told him the story of the bun shop, and the fourpence she picked out of the sloppy mud, and the child who was hungrier than herself. She told it quite simply, in as few words as possible, but some how the Indian gentleman found it necessary to shade his eyes with his hand, and looked down at the carpet. "And I was supposing a kind of plan," she said when she had finished. "I was thinking I should do something." p. 317-318

To find out what her plan is, get a copy of A Little Princess.