I just discovered hardly anything on the Opal Whitely page in Wikipedia. I had to add /something/ so I updated it a tiny bit. Then I noticed the little checkbox at the bottom "watch this page." Now I'm watching it. Argh. Stupid wikipedia. It's just a short hop from this to me staying up all night typing up cocky rejoinders to some Opalite about her kooky diary.
Here it is: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Opal_Whiteley (I didn't add the bizarrely-detailed biographical note about her family moving around while she was a baby. I mean, of all the boring bits of her life to write about! They don't even throw in the supposed IRA plot to kidnap her from her true parents and switch her out with the real Opal or /anything/.)
If you don't know Opal, the short version (which I can't put on Wikipedia because 1) it's supposed to be unbiased and there is a very very very small chance everything Opal said was true and 2) I don't want to spend my nights changing everything back to a normal person's take on Opal every day):
She wrote this cute diary in little-girl talk in the 1920s that did well, but people weren't as happy with her when they found out she'd really written it when she was in her 20s instead of when she was 7 or 8. In the diary are lots of little clues that she's adopted, and after the diary came out, she had a very sad life trying to prove she was really the lost daughter of Henri d'Orleans. She was kidnapped by rich theosophists, a social outcast among the rich expats of India (though she did her part to help get to this point), a poor woman dependent on nunneries in Europe, and eventually an inmate in an insane asylum, where she died. Yet here these people are who claim she was some kind of mystic, instead of a failed celebrity. (Before writing her diary, she had worn out her welcome in Hollywood, and just after, she had hoped to hook up with the publicist who was about to marry Amelia Earhart.)
Anyway, I'm stuck with her for a stupid reason--I had an idea for a book that was almost exactly like Opal's, and I can't write it now without overt reference to her. In fact, I was supposed to be doing quick Google-research on the turn of the century before spending this time actually writing it, when one thing led to another and I ended up wasting an hour on Wikipedia. And here.
Here's an excerpt of the diary, to see what you're missing:
"Then I went goes in a quick way to the singing creek where the willows grow...The water came in a nice way up to my neck, and it went singing on. I gave my curls wash-offs, and I did listen to the song the creek was singing, as it did go by. It was a song of the hills. Being up to my neck made the water sounds very near to my ears. I had likes for that. By-and-by, I did have feels that I was clean again. And I did have thinks I better go get some dry clothes on, because sitting there in the singing creek did make my clothes some wet."
And on and on.