I must have read Nancy Drew stories as a kid, but I have no memory of it. Isn't it funny that you can spend hours of your life doing something and not remember it? Anyway, for whatever reason I decided I needed to read a Nancy Drew and like any good book junkie, I wanted to start with the first of the series. Originally published in 1930, The Secret of the Old Clock is terribly quaint, but Nancy is no delicate flower. In this installment she changes a flat tire nearly rescues herself by force from a locked closet. The whole time I was reading it, I was seeing it as found theater. I am half tempted to stage a reader's theater version starring members of Radical Reference, including one person narrating.
Something else that is either quaint or flat out weird is that the mystery in this case is about finding a dead guy's most recent will, so that his friends and relatives (If only Allison could have money for singing lessons and elderly bachelor brothers Fred and Matthew could afford that trip to Europe!) can get their due instead of the nasty Tophams. Well actually only the female Tophams are truly nasty and uppity (that descriptor is from the book). Mr. Topham is just greedy and climbing, but not unpleasant like his wife and daughters.