Little Women.

Which one are you?

My favourite book of all time is “Little Women”. I grew up reading it three or four times. Not having any sisters I really wanted to be one of them. I’m so happy to find that filming is underway for another adaptation of this wonderful book and its strong amazing women.

It reminds me of the women in “Sex and the City” and how back then and recently with that series we all leaned towards on depending on our type. My raunchy friends would say, ‘I’m like Sam…all the men love me, lol.’ My more stylish friends related to Carrie Bradshaw; so cool and into her shoes and fashion. But on looking deeper we can see she’s selfish and pushy so would we really want to be like her/ Nope!

Going back to “Little Women” think we all leaned towards Jo; the spirited self-sufficient heroine ignoring the fact that she is also stubborn and impulsive. Yet now, reading it again, Amy touches my heart. Society as it is constantly changing and becoming more selfish is bringing out values we really all want to go back to. Those honourable aspects of a person…ie, kindness, generosity, wishing well, sending blessings and being spiritually elevated. That’s what the chosen lady out of the four should be like in my opinion.

This is one of my favourite extracts from the book:

“Jo was the first to wake in the grey dawn of Christmas morning. No stockings hung at the fireplace, and for a moment she felt as much disappointed as she did long ago, when her sock fell down because it was so crammed with presents. Then she remembered her mother’s promise and, slipping her hand under her pillow, drew out a little crimson-covered book. She knew it very well, for it was that beautiful old story of the best life ever lived, and Jo felt that it was a true guide-book for any pilgrim going the long journey. She woke Meg with a “Merry Christmas”, and bade her see what was under her pillow. A green-covered book appeared, with the same picture inside, and a few words written by their mother, which made their one present very precious in their eyes. Presently Beth and Amy woke, to rummage and find their little books also- one dove-coloured, the other blue; and all sat looking at and talking about them, while the East grew rosy with the coming day. In spite of her small vanities, Margaret had a sweet and pious nature, which unconsciously influenced her sisters, especially Jo, who loved her very tenderly, and obeyed her because her advice was gently given.”


Elisa x