By Frances Hodgson Burnett, Little Lord Fauntleroy, 1885 is a charming little book. A generic fish out of water tale about a young American boy who finds himself thrust into the British nobility. The reason, I suspect, that it often seems predictable is that it is so often imitated. Also the title of an Aphex Twin song, which is why I read the book in the first place. Victorian children's literature is an undiscovered goldmine of bizarre affectations.