@CatChant Who knew that IKEA promoted literature along with flat-pack furniture! what a treat!
You're right, the books are very hard to find - well done for a successful treasure hunt.
One reviewer on GoodReads has quoted a passage from Mardie's Adventures, saying it works better in German, but it sounds pretty fabulous in English:
[Reviewer's intro]
The book consists of a series of loosely connected short stories, spanning a year of Madicken's life, and they are utterly charming. I have trouble saying which bit I liked most, they're all perfect, but maybe the beginning of the winter story. It's the first day when the river has frozen over properly. Madicken and Lisabeth have rushed out of bed as soon as they were alerted to the amazing news, and they've put on their warm clothes and their skates as fast as ever they could. They've promised to be back in time for breakfast. But now they're out on the ice, and Astrid Lindgren does such a good job of describing how wonderful it is to be seven and out skating with your little sister on new ice that's completely shiny and clean because no one else has discovered it yet. They skate and skate and skate.
[Quotes from book with commentary]
"We could skate all the way to the farm," suggests Madicken.
"Are we allowed to do that?" asks Lisabeth.
"We wouldn't be allowed to go down the road," says Madicken. "It's too far. But it's much quicker skating, so that's okay."
Lisabeth accepts this extremely dubious argument and they skate off. It turns out that the farm's rather a long way by river too. They go round bend after bend, but it just won't turn up like it's supposed to. Suddenly the girls realize that they're half an hour from home and they're very hungry and they'd promised to be back for breakfast.
"We must be nearly there," says Madicken. "We can't turn round now. I know what. We'll ask if we can buy some eggs."
"But how will we eat them?" asks Lisabeth.
"We can ask them boil them for us," says Madicken.
"But do we have any money?" asks Lisabeth.
"I have two öre in my pocket," says Madicken.
"Is that enough to buy two eggs?" asks Lisabeth.
"Well," says Madicken. "We'll ask how many eggs we can buy for two öre. It'll work out."
So she looks in her pocket, but she can't find the two öre. It's just gone.
"It doesn't matter," she says. "Two öre more or less doesn't make any difference. I bet they'll invite us to stay for breakfast."
Lisabeth isn't so sure about all this, and the farm still hasn't turned up, and she's hungry and cold. She starts crying, but then they go round the next bend and there it is. They take off their skates and knock on the door. The family is already sitting down and eating breakfast.
"Can we buy some eggs?" asks Lisabeth, who's forgotten all the changes of plan. Madicken grits her teeth. Her stupid little sister has just ruined everything!
"How many did your mother tell you to buy?" asks kind Mrs. Karlsson.
"I'm afraid we don't have any money," says Madicken.
"But we're very hungry," says Lisabeth.
"I understand that you are," says Farmer Karlsson, but he doesn't really seem to understand very well, since he just goes back to eating his breakfast without saying anything else. Luckily his wife understand better.
"Would you girls like some porridge?" she asks.
"Oh yes please!" say Madicken and Lisabeth at the same time. They take off their coats and sit down. A moment later they have two steaming bowls of porridge in front of them.
"Porridge is my absolute favorite!" says Madicken politely.
"And is it your favorite too?" Mrs. Karlsson asks Lisabeth.
"No," says Lisabeth, who is very truthful but doesn't like to waste words when she's eating.
"And what is your favorite?" asks Mrs. Karlsson.
"Chocolate pudding and pudding and other puddings," says Lisabeth. Madicken sighs.
"Chocolate pudding means chocolate pudding and pudding means vanilla pudding and other puddings means other puddings," she explains. No one understands what Lisabeth says except her.
For some reason, Mr. Karlsson seems to be sort of laughing without really laughing. Madicken has noticed that people at the farm often do that.
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