Today's topic for Think Write Thursday is to talk about a book you wish you could read again for the first time. This was a hard one, since so many books would fall into that category for me. So I went to one of my earliest, most favorite books, even finding an image of the edition I owned!
I was a kid whose parents were older when I was born, and whose sisters were quite a bit older than I was. There were few if any "children's books" in our house, and as a result, I have either never read most of the children's classics, or I have read them later, as an adult.
But the year that I was in the second grade, I received the book above for Christmas, from my parents. It was so thick, which seemed promising, since I was already longing for books that lasted longer. And the cover was so intriguing - who were those people? What had they done to deserve such a lovely-looking book?
And then I read it. And LOVED it. And found out that girls could be the heroes of their own lives, even as adults. I learned that death happens, and people move on. I learned that liking to read and write was OK. I learned that every book doesn't have the ending I want it to have. And I learned that you could read a book and then want to find out about the author as well.
We moved around a lot, and often I barely knew the kids in my class before we moved again. But I had made fast friends with Meg, Jo, Beth, and Amy. They didn't need outside friends to have a happy, fun life. They had different personalities, but it was OK.
Was I disappointed when Jo ended up with Professor Bhaer? Well, yeah. But it was another case of having a story be told in a different way than I was used to reading it.
Little Women by Louisa May Alcott really opened my eyes to so many things, And when a book like that finds you in the second grade, the rest of your life can only be full of other such wonderful reading possibilities.