Since I read Little Women when I was 13 or so, I have regaled it as my favourite book. Even as I matured and read books that captured me more or had a deeper impact on my emotions, I continued to hold fast to the March sisters and the world Alcott had created for them.
More than ten years later, I finally decided to test the story and see how it would fare in my esteem, and I can only say I’m so glad I did.
In re-reading Little Women at a later stage in my life, I found myself drawn to characters in different ways. Elements that I looked over at the time became precious attributes of the March sisters as they transitioned into womanhood; and that transition, while in a time period where being a woman meant something quite different to what I envision for myself, became something I could relate to much more.