Alber Åberg er syv år og sitter oppe i treet. Selvsagt leker han ikke med jenter, men Milla er jo hans beste venn, og ingen finner på så mye gøy som hun.
Alfons is about 8, and his best friend is Milla. The other boys inform him that this is socially unacceptable. Everyone knows what girls are like! They've got cooties (tjej-baciller, in case you're wondering). And they're silly, and they're always checking themselves out in the mirror, and they whisper things to each other, and start giggling for no reason. To mention just a few of the things they do... the book gives four whole pages of examples.
Alfons tries in vain to tell them that Milla's not like that... she's cool! Quite apart from anything else, she's one of the few kids who's not afraid to jump from the garage roof. But the pressure keeps getting worse, and pretty soon there are ugly rumors going around about a romantic relationship. One day, a heart ("Alfons + Milla = True", is how you write it in Swedish) appears in the boy's bathroom at school. As the narrator observes: it isn't nice to have your heart on the bathroom wall.
So Alfons has to stop playing with Milla, and he feels pretty sad about it. Until one day he sees that she's building a tree-fort. This is just too much. He has to be in on it too! So he helps her with the construction work, and, when the other kids try to make insinuations, he just tells them politely to go fuck themselves.
Chłopcy nie bawią się z dziewczynkami - a jednak Albert ma niesamowitą przyjaciółkę, która tak jak nikt potrafi zbudować nowe elementy domku na drzewie i nie obraża się, gdy Albert przestaje się z nią na jakiś czas bawić (pod wpływem kolegów).
Uff lo siento pero este libro no es para mi. Para aprender inglés está ok pero es que la trama no me ha enganchado nada. ¿Un niño pequeño que busca/tiene novia? ¿En serio? No voy a decir lo que pienso que me borran la cuenta pero vaya vergüenza ajena, gente.
Inte min favorit av Alfonsböckerna, men Björn Gustavssons berättarröst från de klassiska animationerna ger mig ändå så pass mycket råg i ryggen att C vill höra den fler gånger än en.