Review: Why I chose to re-read Little Women


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.

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