Little Women, 1947 version, is on TV right now. I realized while watching it, that I’ve never read it. I have only the most basic knowledge of it. At the age when I probably would have read it, I was as usual, immersed in science fiction. Well really, who wouldn’t want to be off flying on a dragon of Pern or riding a giant worm on Dune instead of being bound up in a corset and being “proper.” Not that I could ever have been proper!
There’s a lot of classic women’s fiction I’ve never read – afraid to admit which ones here – but I’m going to make a resolution to read at least three of them this year. Anyone have special recommendations? If I’ve read it, it was so long ago I could do it again with no problem.
Jane Eyre, Pride and Prejudice, Rebecca, Emma, Wuthering Heights . . . Frankenstein, okay I did read that one. But why have they endured so long? What made them classics? I’d love your comments and opinions. Why would a woman of today be enamored of that life? Let me know!