As a kid, I always thought that Little Women was a great book for spunky little girls like me. Maybe my aunt told me that, maybe I came up with the idea on my own. Then as an older reader, I somewhere picked up that Little Women was no longer cool to claim as a favorite. And I did not think much about it after that.
Then, in the last few years, Louisa May Alcott has emerged as not what we thought she was. An author my rule-breaking, irreverent side can embrace. Who wouldn't like her more picturing her writing pulp fiction about transvestites while humming on opium, distracted from the writing task at hand only by naughty daydreams about Thoreau and Emerson? Perhaps I am getting a bit carried away, but I have been curious about the biography by Harriet Reisen that came out last year. Since I read about it at the Wall Street Journal.
So today I hear from the lovely folks at Picador who ask if I want to give away a copy of the just released in paperback book. Hmmm. Yes, I think so. As a matter of fact, the only thing that gave me pause was the cover. I get what they are selling but less precious would have suited me better.
If you would like a chance to win, please leave a comment here by end of day Wednesday. My son will pick a winner and announce on Thursday. Good luck!
Update: AliBird from Flirting with Fiction wins!
