The memories…

As I reread Little Women, I can’t help but think back to the first time my mother, my two sisters, and I read the novel. I remember falling in love with the story and characters. Of course my sisters and I would fight over who was more like Jo ( I have to admit now that I am not like Jo at all and I don’t think I ever was). Now, I am enjoying the novel less for the story line and more for its subtleties. There are many hints and references that I do not think I picked up on all those years ago. Interestingly enough, I remember feeling as though Laurie had romantic feelings towards Jo, yet I didn’t realize how flirty their banter is sometimes. It’s interesting to analyze what gave/gives me the feelings, the emotions that are supposed to go along with the text, when before i just concentrated on the feeling.
A I was reading the back cover of this version, I thought that it was odd they gave so much of the plot line away. I assumed that it would say something more general like about the tribulations that occur when one is growing from a girl to a woman, or something along those lines. To an extent I think this emphasizes that the novel is more about the journey of reading it, the emotions along the way, the attatched and inverstment the one makes while they are reading it, rather than the events and plot line.