I don’t know how I could have possibly gotten around to this book, seeing that I had intentionally avoided this one like a plague. It’s Little Women, for crying out loud, and a genre loving tech savvy literature nut has standards to maintain. However, as I’m under my own edict to try classics of all sorts this came around for its turn.
I didn’t know what to expect, since as with most classics I have no clue what they are about. And this book turned out to be one of the best I’ve had the pleasure of reading. A book that I can safely say I’ve been fortunate enough to have read.
One again proving the adage that has been oddly applicable to me in my life thus far: never say never.
It didn’t start with a bang, with each chapter feeling like short, self contained but loosely connected stories. They all seemed to be fables for kids. Alcott masterfully tells the stories of the Marches and their neighbours, and soon their extended families, weaving the stories like lessons in and of life. I found the book incredibly warm, comfortable, wise and enlightening. I felt all kinds of emotions with this one, and it’s beginning to be clear to me books I attribute 5 stars to evoke strong emotions for me and linger long in memory (or at least threaten to, since I just finished this book 30 mins ago).
This is a delightful book. Heartily recommended, for children aged 6 to 600.