Our home is full of great books. Though I’m the writer, my wife is far better read and has by far the bigger collection of great literature. One of her favorites has long been Louisa May Alcott’s Little Women. Her love of Little Women has been reinforced because we have four daughters.
One of our daughters found my wife’s battered, tattered and beloved copy the other day, and it happened when a camera was handy…
Like mother, like daughter(s).
After Little Women, she read Orwell’s 1984.
Like father, like daughter. 😉