Do you ever have days when you feel like someone’s trying to tell you something? I’m reading Lynne Truss’ Making The Cat Laugh when I come across a section where she’s talking about Louisa M Alcott’s Little Women. This triggered something because over the last couple of months, I keep coming across references to the book all over the place…in articles, on telly etc. So I read the section, agree with what she’s saying on Jo March and put the book down. I turn on the telly and there’s the tv mini series starring Susan Dey as Jo (so NOT the right person to play Jo March). This happens a couple of weeks after seeing the same mini series on tv. Okay, I say, I get it, I’ve to read the book again. So, I walk upstairs to my son’s room where the bookcase is that houses many of my own childhood books. It’s early in the morning and the house is in darkness and the first book I pull out is Little Women. I have to read it now!
Here’s what my copy looks like from my childhood. It’s very battered (well it is more than 30-years-old) and was illustrated by Shirley Hughes of My Naughty Little Sister fame. Her illustrations just remind me of my childhood…I was brought up on her drawings. Fab.