Amy Dolnick Rechner was a lonely college freshman -- you know the one, whose roommates went home every weekend to their boyfriends. It was late fall, getting darker earlier each time she entered Walter Library at the University of Minnesota to study. She recalled the day she took a break, idly thumbing through the stacks, when she saw them.
"There were the Betsy books and I literally remember going, 'Ohhh!'," Rechner said. "I sat down on one of those filthy steel stepstools and the next time I looked up, it was pitch dark outside. That was the first time I encountered the idea that grownups could re-read children's literature."
Rechner, of Naperville, Ill., is among devotees coming to Minnesota next week for a convention for the Betsy-Tacy book series, written by Maud Hart Lovelace about her childhood in Mankato, which she called Deep Valley.
There will be talks, tours, singalongs, cocktails with some "perfectly awful girls" (it's an in-joke), and even the chance to be a hired girl, scouring coal scuttles and such in the homes preserved as Betsy's or Tacy's.
The allegiance to Betsy-Tacy books resembles the devotion others have to such classics as Laura Ingalls Wilder's "Little House" books, or "Anne of Green Gables," the Oz series or Harry Potter.
First-time readers often consume series in great gulps, unaware of how these stories may stay with them for the rest of their lives. That happens over time, after they've grown used to images and passages popping into their heads at unexpected moments: when they are afraid, or argue with a friend, or need to discipline a child or find a kindred spirit.
"It's like going to your happy place," Rechner said. "Your place is a fictional world that somebody else created, but you can time-travel yourself into it. You grab your copy of 'Anne of the Island' or whatever and you go away for awhile. It's like crawling into the warmest, fuzziest socks in the world."
Seeking security, simplicity