I’ve mentioned a few times now here on my blog that I’m in the process of trying to read more literary classics as opposed to strictly fiction, and thus far, I’m quite enjoying the experience. I figure it’s only appropriate to read classics, seeing as I majored in English Language and Literature, and actively choosing not to read them seems like a disservice to my education.
The latest classic on my never-ending list that I’m reading is Louisa May Alcott’s Little Women. It makes me a little sad to acknowledge that most folks associate this title with the film as opposed to the book that allowed for the film to even exist, but that’s a rant for another time.
This text was published in 1968, and it tells the story of four young sisters and follows them throughout their simultaneously separate and entwined lives as they shift from childhood to adulthood. Their family isn’t from tremendous wealth, but the girls make the most of things and appreciate what they do have. Meg is the eldest sister, followed by Jo, then Beth, and finally, Amy. All of the sisters have their own unique personalities and preferences, but if I had to pick a favourite, it would absolutely be Jo. Jo is sort of the black sheep of the family and doesn’t appreciate femininity a whole lot, something I absolutely relate to.
To be honest, the first quarter of the text had me questioning whether or not I made a grave error in selecting this book to read. But after giving the story an opportunity to redeem itself, I’m quite enjoying it, and reading about these four young women as they navigate life and all of its aspects has been more heartwarming than I initially anticipated.
This book is definitely a read, and I would recommend it.
