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rachelmanija) wrote2023-01-02 10:45 am
rachelmanija) wrote2023-01-02 10:45 am
Worrals on the War-Path, by W. E. Johns
"Could you find me a sheep, a live sheep, my old ferret?" asked Worrals.
This atmospheric Worrals book is set in the Cévennes and Camargue of France. The former is mountainous, the latter has flamingoes, and both sound AMAZING. (I had previously heard of Camargue in the context of its wild white water horses, but sadly those don't appear in the book.)
Worrals comes up with a brilliant idea to create a plane refueling station in the Cévennes, and she and Frecks are dropped there to make it happen. There they make contact with members of the French Resistance and have to create and run the station while Nazis are combing the countryside looking for them.
It's a really fun book with some outstanding Worrals badassery and excellent supporting characters, including two members of the French Resistance who I suspect are boyfriends, plus an old guide Worrals knew back when whom she addresses fondly as "My cabbage." I have been informed that is an actual French endearment. However, she also calls him "My walrus," "My ferret," and so forth, which I think are probably just Worrals-isms.
I also enjoyed this, to go along with all the possibly unintentional innuendo in the Biggles books like "A silence followed Biggles' quiet ejaculation." After the first shock of finding a girl in charge of operations he made hilarious love to Worrals for ten minutes while the machine was being refueled.
In addition to the French Resistance, Worrals and Frecks are also backed up by Bill, who supports them from the home front. It's Worrals/Frecks forever as far as I'm concerned, but I do like Bill. After all, "Bill will do what I tell him to do," announced Worrals firmly.
Regarding that live sheep...
As a matter of detail she had a shock which Worrals escaped, for in taking off one of the wheels missed the forlorn little sheep by inches; had it struck the animal the machine might never have got off the ground. ... At that critical moment the last thing Worrals was thinking of was her wooly accomplice.
I want an icon reading "Her wooly accomplice."
I love Worrals stealing the Messerschmidt, followed by stealing a police motorcycle. But the best part is when she holds up von Brandisch with her FINGER! Amazing.
You can download the book for free at The Faded Page
This atmospheric Worrals book is set in the Cévennes and Camargue of France. The former is mountainous, the latter has flamingoes, and both sound AMAZING. (I had previously heard of Camargue in the context of its wild white water horses, but sadly those don't appear in the book.)
Worrals comes up with a brilliant idea to create a plane refueling station in the Cévennes, and she and Frecks are dropped there to make it happen. There they make contact with members of the French Resistance and have to create and run the station while Nazis are combing the countryside looking for them.
It's a really fun book with some outstanding Worrals badassery and excellent supporting characters, including two members of the French Resistance who I suspect are boyfriends, plus an old guide Worrals knew back when whom she addresses fondly as "My cabbage." I have been informed that is an actual French endearment. However, she also calls him "My walrus," "My ferret," and so forth, which I think are probably just Worrals-isms.
I also enjoyed this, to go along with all the possibly unintentional innuendo in the Biggles books like "A silence followed Biggles' quiet ejaculation." After the first shock of finding a girl in charge of operations he made hilarious love to Worrals for ten minutes while the machine was being refueled.
In addition to the French Resistance, Worrals and Frecks are also backed up by Bill, who supports them from the home front. It's Worrals/Frecks forever as far as I'm concerned, but I do like Bill. After all, "Bill will do what I tell him to do," announced Worrals firmly.
Regarding that live sheep...
As a matter of detail she had a shock which Worrals escaped, for in taking off one of the wheels missed the forlorn little sheep by inches; had it struck the animal the machine might never have got off the ground. ... At that critical moment the last thing Worrals was thinking of was her wooly accomplice.
I want an icon reading "Her wooly accomplice."
I love Worrals stealing the Messerschmidt, followed by stealing a police motorcycle. But the best part is when she holds up von Brandisch with her FINGER! Amazing.
You can download the book for free at The Faded Page
