I had just turned nine years old when my grandparents gave me Little Women. I think I already knew that at the time you finish reading the story to the Newspaper (yes, a child was reading The Newspaper , understand it to Mass every Sunday, and despite this, you will not believe, I have a normal sex life ).
For this reason, and because I had already seen at least two or three times the '49 movie with Taylor, June Allyson and Janet Leigh, Jo was for years the woman I wanted to become. The first and perhaps most important female model in my life ... even physically, with her long brown hair fetish sold for a pittance to a hairdresser, in a memorable scene in the movie.
("Where did you get all this money, Jo?" - "I sold something of mine." - Takes off his hat and shows his hair disheveled - "Your hair! Your one beauty!"). I am twenty years that I try to have them as long as his, but apparently they do not agree, as they continue to cling to the comb with a stubbornness that Jo would envy.
Consequently, nine years I decided that I wanted to grow up to be a writer, that 20% of girls of my age (the remaining 80% was then divided equally between: fashion designer, nurse, hairdresser and actress, now replaced all careers in the dreams of girls from vellum, a bit 'combines the in the sense that it can be their most perverted attribute the). About
admirable and reckless from which my grandfather made me give up farming with a pearl of wisdom: "You want to die of hunger." My mind was concrete Capricorn woman was already sensitive to this kind of argument, and my dreams shifted towards more concrete horizons.
However Jo is "the idea that I dreamed of myself," as the lady up there, or at least it was all my pre-adolescence.
E 'indicative my sister Dorothy was instead huge fan of Amy. The relationship of love / hate relationship that binds the two sisters in the novel is very similar to what binds us in reality ... and I can not swear that it did not ever sleep with a clothes peg on his nose pinched.
If I had really followed in the footsteps of Jo all the way today I would be perhaps a literature teacher whose hobby of writing. It would be unfair to say that I am glad not to be, but certainly do not regret not to be become.
Also because I escaped, then, the sociological implications of his refusal to the beautiful Laura, who loved her, and ended up marrying the most feminine, frivolous and capricious Amy. I could not understand how Jo precorresse time, with his stubborn intention to write and get on with his legs refusing an advantageous marriage. Transposing his choice on the modern piano would be much more daring in terms of the search for personal fulfillment outside the context of the traditional family. Where Jo, albeit belatedly in comparison with its sisters, lands, however, inevitable as it was in his day.
Sometimes I think of myself and I realize that I still like me when I'm more like her: stubborn, a dreamer and a little 'nose.
And I think what I would be different if instead Little Women my grandparents had given me L'Histoire de ma vie of George Sand.
