This is the first
novel that I ever read.
It was my birthday. I woke up early, eagerly savoring the day – MY DAY! I dreamt of fancy
gifts from my parents, friends and all those close to me. Cool shirts, hip hair accessories, probably a Barbie doll, a hoola hoop, a yummy birthday cake.
“Happy Birthday!!!”
Everyone yelled and rushed towards me as I emerged from my room and ran down the stairs. I was instantly smothered with hugs and kisses. I felt so lucky. I couldn’t wait for gift-giving time!
The day wore on and my anticipation grew with each passing hour. Finally! It was time for my party! One by one, my friends started to arrive, toting boxes wrapped in colorful paper. The party went full blast in minutes.
And then, all of a sudden, it was gift-opening time.
One at a time, I grabbed a box, shook it gently, put my ear against it to listen for “clues,” and made amusing guesses. I saved my Mommy’s
Gift for last. She always came up with the best gifts – thoughtful, sweet and craved for.
At last, one box was left on the table. It was thick, rectangular and wrapped in pink
paper with balloon drawings. I
gently placed it on my lap, my curiosity aroused. Surely this was not a Barbie Doll – it’s way too small. It’s not a hoola hoop either – obviously. What could it be?
Gently, I tore off the pink wrapper. A yellowish cardboard-like paper peeked out at me.
It’s a book.
Little Women … by Louisa May Alcott.
I desperately tried to hide my disappointment. I smiled, thanked my Mommy, and set the book aside among my other gifts.
Days, weeks, months passed by. I forgot about the book. It lay in one of my drawers, gathering dust.
Then, one dull summer day, I was rummaging through my room when I came across the book. I carried it to my bed, curled up amid my pillows, and started reading. There was nothing better to do anyway.
Suddenly, I found myself wiping away a tear. And, before I knew it, I finished reading the book by summer’s end.
It’s a good book for young, teenage girls. It is a story of 4 sisters growing up together. They are each at different stages in their lives, thereby allowing readers to relate to certain characters. Meg, Jo, Amy and Beth are guided through life by their dear Marmee and Hannah. Their father is away at war, and this makes the
girls eager to make a heavenly home for their father’s return.
Alcott keeps her readers spellbound by fascinating twists and turns. Readers find themselves weeping and celebrating with the girls’ trials and triumphs. A tragic event makes every reader’s heart ache, and they will find themselves forever holding a special place in their hearts for the beloved March family.
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