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Kati in Italy

Kati in Italy tells of the time when Kati and Eva won a small fortune and decided to blow it all on a trip to Italy. Astrid_KiI (That’s pretty much always the right thing to do.)  This story is titled Kati pa Kaptensgatan in Swedish, which is something like Kati on Captains Street.  And yes, some of the story does take place in Kati’s place on Captains Street.  However, for once I’m not going to quibble about title changes, because the story is really about Kati in Italy.  So there.

Similar to Kati in Paris, if you don’t already have some affinity for Italy, this book might drive you nuts.  Astrid Lindgren paints beautiful descriptions of Venice, Rome, Florence, Naples, etc., but you might just want to smack Kati for not enjoying it as much as she should be, because she’s too busy mooning over the stupid boy she goes on to marry in Kati in Paris.  Get a grip, Kati.  Seriously.  Don’t invite this girl on vacation.  Unless you like having your trip ruined.

Also similar to Kati in Paris, Eva is the true highlight of the book.  If I can bend reality a little, I can pretend that Eva-Lotta of the Bill Bergson books grew up to be this Eva.  “Don’t read so much, Kati,” Eva tells her best friend, “Live, instead.”

The scene where Kati and Eva accidentally crash a party for an old lady they’ve never met is pretty special.  Kati muses: Eva has a clear, high soprano voice, and my little alto voice is very pretty too.  We sometimes play the Andrews Sisters, and here we had a wonderful opportunity to show what we could do.


Kati aspires to be this cool.

Why is that special?  Well, it isn’t for anyone except me. The Andrews Sisters are from the town where I live and where I’ve read every Astrid Lindgren book so far.  The Andrews Sisters are from here!

So is Kevin Sorbo.  I will be way more impressed if Kevin Sorbo makes a cameo appearance in an Astrid Lindgren book.



Final words of wisdom from inside Kati’s head: There is no dainty, elegant way to eat spaghetti – it just isn’t possible.

Final words of wisdom from Eva: “I don’t want to criticize contemporary males, but they aren’t especially magnificent,” said Eva.

And to prove her point, below are some Kevin Sorbo memes.  Why?  Well, you try reading 60 books by the same author in a month and a half and then you’ll understand.