I’ve been thinking about my beginnings as a writer, and I realized I owe a huge debt of gratitude to Louisa May Alcott. Her book, LITTLE WOMEN, was the first novel-length work I ever read to myself. I was eight and seriously too young to catch everything that was going on. I even managed to miss that one of the main characters had died, and I had a huge argument on the bus one day with a friend who knew The Truth.
But there were things that sunk in deeply and nourished me for years. Jo’s love for books told me it was okay to love them as deeply as I did. Her sister’s comparative indifference to the printed word told me most of the people in my life would likely not feel the book-fever. And her love of writing? I’ve mentioned elsewhere that as an eight year old, I actually (sort of) believed LMA had based the character on me.
There have been many books since for which I’m grateful, and I think I’ll mention a couple this upcoming week as I post reminders about my blog tour.
Blog Tour? Did SOMEONE say Blog Tour?
*raises hand*
Please come visit me at Tee’s site or at Larissa’s site for, respectively, a guest post and an interview. Tee’s site features a giveaway, too! Woot!
Have a great weekend,
Cidney
Yes! Little Women, Jo's boys – loved them… And I do think I loved Jo all the more 'cos she loved books just like you and me!
xxx Tee
I know–isn't Jo made of awesome? Thanks for stopping by Tee!
I'm sad to say I've never read it! Now I will, thanks for the reminder! And good luck on the tour!
Patti, completely fascinating read for a writer. The style of sentence construction, story arc, and oh, just everything about it! I hope you'll read and enjoy soon. Thanks for stopping by!
I feel so lucky to know someone who loves books the way you do…you always seem to remind me of a book I need to go back or maybe check out for the first time…or a book to just sit and THINK about again.
When it is time for your dose of fiction, you could do worse than revisit this one! And sitting and thinking about an old fave is a fine activity.