Little Women

Bonsoir, introduction readers, it is me, Georgia Nicolson here, I have been asked to write some words of wisdomosity about this classic book Little Women. And before you start it is not about really tiny girls, even I know that. (However, strangely enough, Louisa May Alcott did write another book called Little Men and that really is about tiny blokes. I wish. Sadly that last bit is not true but it would be eggscellent if it was.) Anyway where was I before I so rudely interrupted myself mid-flow of wisdomosity? Ah yes, the classics. Now those of you vair, vair clever people who have read my diaries will know that on the whole I am not normally a fan of the classics. Mostly because they are written by beardy Elizabethan folk rambling on for England. I have made an exception of Loulou Alcott and there are many reasons for this. Number one being that she is not an Elizabethan beardy bloke in tights. She never to anyone's knowledge said, 'Forsooth and lack-a-day I have a hole in my tights.'