My Thoughts on Little Women

I first read Little Women on a balmy summer day in mid-July at the age of nine and a half. It was a meager little abridged version, barely forty pages long, and though grammatically correct it made no positive impressions upon me. Rather, I had been required to listen to an audio recording and after the space of a week recite it to my father. He wasn’t the sort to ask academic questions, so after completing my task I forgot about Louisa May Alcott and her vendetta for housewives entirely.