Okay, maybe it's just me, but David Copperfield and I have just visited Steerforth's family home, and between Steerforth calling the lad "Daisy," and the Queer Eye-view of the decor and inhabitants of the house, I feel like the book is just about to burst into little flamy flames. I'm reminded of K.T. Horning's reading of Harriet the Spy, published in the Horn Book last year.
Some of our readers got seriously steamed with K.T. for finding a proto-lesbian role model in Harriet M. Welsch, but don't kids always find their own paths into books? A friend was recently telling me how she disliked Susan Cooper's The Dark Is Rising (a personal favorite here, with its spectacular weather effects) because the book emphasized that the young hero was the only one (One, I guess) to whom the sacred mission could fall. My friend said "I felt like it couldn't happen to me, then."