I first read Louisa May Alcott’s classic Little Women when I was eight or nine, but I’ve read it multiple times over the years—too many to track—and that makes it difficult to recall precisely when I experienced my different reactions to the story. I know I related to different characters at different ages: always Jo, first because I was bookish and then because I’d started to write; later with Meg, as a fellow responsible eldest sibling; occasionally with Beth, when my introverted tendencies had me in hermit mode. Never with Amy, though. I could not imagine myself into the position of youngest, let alone youngest of four, and as for budding artistic endeavors, well, the less said about that the better.
The Lure of Sisterhood
The Lure of Sisterhood
The Lure of Sisterhood
I first read Louisa May Alcott’s classic Little Women when I was eight or nine, but I’ve read it multiple times over the years—too many to track—and that makes it difficult to recall precisely when I experienced my different reactions to the story. I know I related to different characters at different ages: always Jo, first because I was bookish and then because I’d started to write; later with Meg, as a fellow responsible eldest sibling; occasionally with Beth, when my introverted tendencies had me in hermit mode. Never with Amy, though. I could not imagine myself into the position of youngest, let alone youngest of four, and as for budding artistic endeavors, well, the less said about that the better.