This is the book that started my year long angst as a six year old in which I hated my name and begged my parents to rename me. My parents obliged and called me the truly awesome name "Chrysanthemum" for a few days until I decided I wanted to be called Madeleine instead (inspired no doubt by the shenanigans of the young Parisian schoolgirl). And then it was Lucy (from...my head I guess?) followed by a great many names I have long forgotten. So thank you Chrysanthemum for serving as the impetus for this 6 year old identity crisis and then for finally teaching me as a wizened 7 year old that the name Jill wasn't all that bad.
Jill
This is the book that started my year long angst as a six year old in which I hated my name and begged my parents to rename me. My parents obliged and called me the truly awesome name "Chrysanthemum" for a few days until I decided I wanted to be called Madeleine instead (inspired no doubt by the shenanigans of the young Parisian schoolgirl). And then it was Lucy (from...my head I guess?) followed by a great many names I have long forgotten. So thank you Chrysanthemum for serving as the impetus for this 6 year old identity crisis and then for finally teaching me as a wizened 7 year old that the name Jill wasn't all that bad.
