After a lot of thinking, er no, feeling, I’ve decided to take back what I said in class about Little Women.
I love it. It’s timeless and warm, comforting like an old country song. Upon finishing the book, I realized that I had spoken too soon. When I dished out my less than glowing opinion of the book, I was only at the tip of the iceberg (about page 150). Then I tumbled into it. Instead of going out Friday night, I stayed in and devoured it.
It can be trite, idyllic and sometimes nauseatingly sweet like an episode of Leave it to Beaver, or Full House when the music starts to play at the end and someone has learned a lesson — but those things don’t make it any less wonderful than so many readers have discovered since its publication. When I finished the last page, I was 10 again (but […]
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