Discovering Alcott :: Louisa May Alcott Writers Essays

Disc overing AlcottWhen I was a child, I pass all my disembarrass time packing. I loved the Nancy Drew series of mysteries and even demand a few Hardy Boys. I also read every opposite book available in our house, especially the childrens book I read to my young brothers and sisters. Each of them had a favorite book. Those books were read over and over at turn intime or to entertain them while my fuss was busy. As I grew older, the responsibility of reading to the other children passed to my younger sister, Cathy.I looked earlier to summer vacations because that meant more time to read books that I chose. There was no library in our small town but my stick had lots of books. I also had a two friends, girls who were the single child in their families, and they had all the latest books, ones my family could not afford. I had the privilege of borrowing books from them. When I was eleven long time old, I notice Little Women by Louisa May Alcott. I was a child who noticed deta ils so the authors name flat intrigued me. Louisa was my grandmothers name. I could not remember this grandmother but she was my mothers mother and May is my mothers middle name, so I matt-up this had some significance. I was sure that Louisa May Alcott had written something especially intended for me. I did not underestimate how important she would be to me.In addition to our uninterrupted household chores of cleaning, babysitting, bed making and helping with cooking, washing and ironing, my older sister, Marian, and I were old enough now to help with canning and freezing fruits and vegetables. We were apprised that this must be done in order to feed the family through the winter. We felt our mothers worry about being able to put forward for us so endured the hot, muggy kitchen when we, or at least I, would much rather have been curled up in a quiet recession with a book.I was intrigued from the first rascal of Little Women because it was about four girls and they were talkin g about being poor. I could feel and understand their worries. Not only that, one of them reminded the others that they were lucky, they had each(prenominal) other, something my own mother often told us we should appreciate. As the story continued I could not help comparing them to my own family.Discovering Alcott Louisa May Alcott Writers EssaysDiscovering AlcottWhen I was a child, I spent all my free time reading. I loved the Nancy Drew series of mysteries and even read a few Hardy Boys. I also read every other book available in our house, especially the childrens book I read to my younger brothers and sisters. Each of them had a favorite book. Those books were read over and over at bedtime or to entertain them while my mother was busy. As I grew older, the responsibility of reading to the other children passed to my younger sister, Cathy.I looked forward to summer vacations because that meant more time to read books that I chose. There was no library in our small town but my mother had lots of books. I also had a two friends, girls who were the only child in their families, and they had all the latest books, ones my family could not afford. I had the privilege of borrowing books from them. When I was eleven years old, I discovered Little Women by Louisa May Alcott. I was a child who noticed details so the authors name immediately intrigued me. Louisa was my grandmothers name. I could not remember this grandmother but she was my mothers mother and May is my mothers middle name, so I felt this had some significance. I was sure that Louisa May Alcott had written something especially intended for me. I did not underestimate how important she would be to me.In addition to our regular household chores of cleaning, babysitting, bed making and helping with cooking, washing and ironing, my older sister, Marian, and I were old enough now to help with canning and freezing fruits and vegetables. We were aware that this must be done in order to feed the family throu gh the winter. We felt our mothers worry about being able to provide for us so endured the hot, muggy kitchen when we, or at least I, would much rather have been curled up in a quiet corner with a book.I was intrigued from the first page of Little Women because it was about four girls and they were talking about being poor. I could feel and understand their worries. Not only that, one of them reminded the others that they were lucky, they had each other, something my own mother often told us we should appreciate. As the story continued I could not help comparing them to my own family.Discovering Alcott Louisa May Alcott Writers EssaysDiscovering AlcottWhen I was a child, I spent all my free time reading. I loved the Nancy Drew series of mysteries and even read a few Hardy Boys. I also read every other book available in our house, especially the childrens book I read to my younger brothers and sisters. Each of them had a favorite book. Those books were read over and over at bedtim e or to entertain them while my mother was busy. As I grew older, the responsibility of reading to the other children passed to my younger sister, Cathy.I looked forward to summer vacations because that meant more time to read books that I chose. There was no library in our small town but my mother had lots of books. I also had a two friends, girls who were the only child in their families, and they had all the latest books, ones my family could not afford. I had the privilege of borrowing books from them. When I was eleven years old, I discovered Little Women by Louisa May Alcott. I was a child who noticed details so the authors name immediately intrigued me. Louisa was my grandmothers name. I could not remember this grandmother but she was my mothers mother and May is my mothers middle name, so I felt this had some significance. I was sure that Louisa May Alcott had written something especially intended for me. I did not underestimate how important she would be to me.In addition t o our regular household chores of cleaning, babysitting, bed making and helping with cooking, washing and ironing, my older sister, Marian, and I were old enough now to help with canning and freezing fruits and vegetables. We were aware that this must be done in order to feed the family through the winter. We felt our mothers worry about being able to provide for us so endured the hot, muggy kitchen when we, or at least I, would much rather have been curled up in a quiet corner with a book.I was intrigued from the first page of Little Women because it was about four girls and they were talking about being poor. I could feel and understand their worries. Not only that, one of them reminded the others that they were lucky, they had each other, something my own mother often told us we should appreciate. As the story continued I could not help comparing them to my own family.