Revisiting Old Books

I remember liking Little Women as a child. I recently recommended it to a family going on a long road trip. The whole family enjoyed it so I decided to see if I still liked it. Fond memories are sometimes better left as memories. I tend to be more critical now. Listening to the young people gripe about being poor while they had live-in help strikes me as being one of those relative things. And having roses at Christmas isn't a poor thing, either.