Little Women

I don't know why this picture reminds me of Little Women. Remember when the girls published The Pickwick Papers and then they would pretend that they were all men sitting in a gentlemen's club reading them aloud and giggling profusely. "Ahem...Gentlemen!" I can hear Winona Ryder's voice, the voice of Jo clearly. Does anyone read that book (which I have never read, GASP!) and not want to be Jo?

I can't imagine wanting to be anyone but Jo. My mother once called me her little Jo and squeezed my hand while we were watching that movie. I have never been more secretly pleased. She couldn't have made me happier if she had said I was her favorite of us three girls.

Why is she my favorite? Is that because she is the closest to my natural personality? Is it because she is confident and bold? Strong and smart? Pretty and natural? I just can't fathom anyone wanting to be prissy Meg or sickly Beth or petulant Amy. Maybe it's because she is the one who writes it all down...Jo, the writer...just like me.