I had collections as a child. Rock collections. Shell collections. A fine teddy bear collection.
I did not have a whole lot of books.
I have since made up for that oversight of childhood collections.
While I have had many books come and go from my selves over the years, there are a few that will remain for many years to come. All my years to come.
I started this little collection just after I graduated from University. With some help from friends and family it has grown.
One very dear to my heart, Rose in Bloom, was the possession of the children's Great Grandmother... on their fathers side. Her name written just inside.
It is hard to express just why I am so deeply attracted to the life and words of Louisa May Alcott. Her life itself, the time period, the challenges she faced, her wonderful ability to simply and honestly tell a story filled with characters that come to life on the page. Her humor and her determination. They all add up to a love of her. And her words. And her worlds.
While I was packing yesterday I came across this book first compiled and edited in 1889. I have not taken the time to read it cover to cover. Over the years just popping in, like I did yesterday, for tidbits like this...
"Read Charlotte Brontë's life. A very interesting, but sad one. So full of talent; and after working long, just as success, love, and happiness come, she dies.
Wonder if I shall ever be famous enough for people to care to read my story and struggles. I can't be a C.B., but I may do a little something yet."
~ Louisa May Alcott: Her Life, Letters and Journals
I kept it out of the boxes. This will be my travel reading. Inspiration.
Because I may do a little something yet.
The kids love Louisa and Mr. Thoreau's Flute.
The sweet KC did an interview with me... if you would like to read and see a bit more about this simple girl and the things I love.