In my last year of high school, we were assigned Huckleberry Finn to read.
What luck! I thought. My mother read the book to me when I was a wee lad, and I’d read it a dozen times since. This would be the easiest two weeks of Advanced English ever! While everyone else was reading and sweating, I could just kick back and relax. It would be like being quizzed on my own life.
And all went well… at first. But then, one day, everyone in the class was talking about parts of the book I didn’t remember at ALL. I was thrown for a loop and a half, with a twist. Could I have forgotten so much?
So when I get home from school that day, I immediately pull the good old copy of Huck Finn that I’d had since I was a tiny tot down off the shelf and look for the passages referred to in the day’s assignment. And to my astonishment, they just plain weren’t there.
My head was swimming from the sheer surreality of it all. Could there be two books with the same name, equally famous?
As it turns out, of course, yes there could be. Kind of. Because when, in searching for answers, I looked on the front cover, for the first time in my life I noticed the two words which solved the mystery : Children’s Edition.
Turns out, I’d been reading a fairly heavily Bowdlerized version all those years. So with an air of mystery and wonder, I took out the edition I’d been given in school, which I had not even glanced at before, and began reading the REAL book that Mark Twain wrote.
Needless to say, it was a lot darker. I fell in love with the book all over again.
Has anyone else Teeming along here had a similar experience?