Our newest post of the week is slightly older than a week, but since we jumped the gun a little on the first POTW, it qualifies, and it definitely deserves a mention.
Congratulations lildago for this gem, in the Books forum:
There are two books that come to mind. My aunt, who shared her love for books with me at an early age, gave me an early edition of Little Women for my 12th birthday. I've read it more times than I can count. The pages are tattered and the cover is worn but I can't bear to get a newer copy. As a young girl, I most identified with Jo since I was a tomboy myself. She was so torn between her inner self, her true desires and the code of behavior she was expected to follow.
And Still I Rise by Maya Angelou is another that's been in my collection for years. I grew up in a small town in Louisiana that was (and still is) filled with alot of prejudice and bigotry. Looking back, I recognize certain things as such but growing up I was pretty much blind to it. Thankfully, I was raised to accept everyone regardless of race. One of my best friends in elementary school was black. We hung out in different circles as we got older but remained friends. During our freshman year (predominately white high school), she did a dramatic reading from the book and was booed by the audience of 9th and 10th graders. Most people would have stopped mid-reading(myself included) but she didn't stop until she finished. From the third row on the right side of the auditorium, I stood and applauded...amidst the boos and by myself other than a handful of black students in the back and the teachers. She smiled at me and later gave me the book. I've treasured it to this day because it reminds me of her courage.