Read: Little Women by Louisa May Alcott
Drinking: Early Gray, Bigelow
Note: Since I rebooted this blog, I figured I should finish off the 30 Days of Books Challenge. The original post can be found here. I won’t be having these post every day (NaNoWriMo anyone?); they will be once a week instead. Don’t worry – you’ll still get all the book review and rambling goodness too.
“Christmas won’t be Christmas without any presents, grumbled Jo, lying on the rug.”
For many years, I re-read Alcott’s classic every year. The tale of four sisters making their way from the safety of home into the world resonated with me. I fully identified with Jo, particularly since I wanted to be a writer with a handsome next-door neighbor. I cried every time when Beth dies, even though I knew it was coming.
A recent re-read of Little Women was odd for me. Some of the magic is gone, though I am not sure if it is from a recent development of cynicism or a change of taste. I still enjoyed the story, but I wasn’t as absorbed as I remember being during previous re-reads. I still love Jo, but Meg, Beth, and Amy all annoyed me to the point where I skipped a few chapters that featured them.
I recommend this book for all young people, but it doesn’t hold up as well to an adult re-read.