I’m re-reading Little Women today, and it’s an interesting experience. Before Harry Potter and To Kill A Mockingbird, this was the book I read over and over. One year–the year I was nine–I read it an even dozen times. My mom, who had a policy about never telling us what we could and couldn’t read because she didn’t want to discourage curiousity, ended up having to practically pry it out of my hands.
I’ve not gotten very far (Quinndle says I’m 16% through it) and it’s striking me just how much of this book is a sermon. I’m actually kind of surprised they still require it in some school systems AND that it isn’t labeled as Christian Fiction.
I’m also really mad that worse didn’t happen to horrid Amy for burning Jo’s book.