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Thursday, December 22, 2011

"Little Women" Christmas & Not Too Late for Christmas Books! So Good You Have to Have Them!

Christmas is fast upon us, and I'm staying up too late again watching my grandchildren's holiday pictures on the piano surrounded by beautiful cards and well wishes from my children, family and friends.

I just wanted to share these last Christmas thoughts about books before the Eve is upon us...   What's not too late for Christmas???



This is a perfect little journal which is absolutely not too late for Christmas!  It includes what I've come to think of as "Jane Austen blue" and the heavy paper cover feels like it could actually have been made in England at the time her first books were published. Well, one can dream, anyway.  It's not too late!
Absolutely, positively not too late for Christmas!  Fancy Nancy knows how and when to make an entrance. She is the perfect stylist for little girls, moms and grammies all over this world! She's never too late for Christmas!


I can tell you most assuredly that Miss Eyre would never be found tardy or too late for Christmas.  She is of the most polite company. She's able to keep your every confidence. Jane Eyre can not fail to meet your expectations for a Christmas in perfect time.
Dressed in this new Penguin cover, Charlotte Bronte's book lives on...

Always time and never too late to remind ourselves that a dream mixed with determination results in happy success! Wintry weather, figure skating
and never being too late to learn
is a great Christmas lesson!

Seriously, can it ever be too late to say this?


You know there's always room for more drama, don't you? LOL  Oh, yes, every Christmas there's got to be some...it's the old saying, "If you've got family, you've got drama."  So, this Christmas, it's just not too late for drama, dear llamas.


It's never too late to try something different from new authors on Amazon, is it?  This is the perfect time to slip into a new ebook with some regency Christmas stories...it's not too late!


And, since when did you ever think it was too late to enjoy a holiday tribute to Jane Austen!?  This wonderful little book has three novellas having to do with our darling Mr. Darcy and troupe during Christmastime.  It's never too late to enjoy quick reads like these from fabulous authors...also available via ebook this year.


And, last but never least, there's "Little Women," which is never too late for Christmas or any other time, and which reminds us what is good and true about being free in our Country...loving family and friends, and learning what's important in life.  During this time in our 21st century, it's never too late to read how the Little Women handled themselves while their father was away in war:


An Excerpt for you:
1
Playing Pilgrims





CHRISTMAS WON'T BE Christmas without any presents," grumbled Jo, lying on the rug.

"It's so dreadful to be poor!" sighed Meg, looking down at her old dress.

"I don't think it's fair for some girls to have plenty of pretty things, and other girls nothing at all," added little Amy, with an injured sniff.

"We've got Father and Mother and each other," said Beth contentedly from her corner.

The four young faces on which the firelight shone brightened at the cheerful words, but darkened again as Jo said sadly, "We haven't got Father, and shall not have him for a long time." She didn't say "perhaps never," but each silently added it, thinking of Father far away, where the fighting was.

Nobody spoke for a minute; then Meg said in an altered tone, "You know the reason Mother proposed not having any presents this Christmas was because it is going to be a hard winter for everyone; and she thinks we ought not to spend money for pleasure, when our men are suffering so in the army. We can't do much, but we can make our little sacrifices, and ought to do it gladly. But I am afraid I don't." And Meg shook her head, as she thought regretfully of all the pretty things she wanted.

"But I don't think the little we should spend would do any good. We've each got a dollar, and the army wouldn't be much helped by our giving that. I agree not to expect anything from Mother or you, but I do want to buy Undine and Sintram for myself. I've wanted it so long," said Jo, who was a bookworm.

"I planned to spend mine in new music," said Beth, with a little sigh, which no one heard but the hearth brush and kettle holder.

"I shall get a nice box of Faber's drawing pencils. I really need them," said Amy decidedly.

"Mother didn't say anything about our money, and she won't wish us to give up everything. Let's each buy what we want, and have a little fun. I'm sure we work hard enough to earn it," cried Jo, examining the heels of her shoes in a gentlemanly manner.

"I know I do - teaching those tiresome children nearly all day, when I'm longing to enjoy myself at home," began Meg, in the complaining tone again.

"You don't have half such a hard time as I do," said Jo. "How would you like to be shut up for hours with a nervous, fussy old lady, who keeps you trotting, is never satisfied, and worries you till you're ready to fly out of the window or cry?"

"It's naughty to fret, but I do think washing dishes and keeping things tidy is the worst work in the world. It makes me cross, and my hands get so stiff, I can't practice well at all." And Beth looked at her rough hands with a sigh that any one could hear that time.

"I don't believe any of you suffer as I do," cried Amy, "for you don't have to go to school with impertinent girls, who plague you if you don't know your lessons, and laugh at your dresses, and label your father if he isn't rich, and insult you when your nose isn't nice."

"If you mean libel, I'd say so, and not talk about labels, as if Papa was a pickle bottle," advised Jo, laughing.

"I know what I mean, and you needn't be statirical about it. It's proper to use good words, and improve your vocabilary," returned Amy, with dignity.

"Don't peck at one another, children. Don't you wish we had the money Papa lost when we were little, Jo? Dear me! how happy and good we'd be, if we had no worries!" said Meg, who could remember better times.

"You said the other day you thought we were a deal happier than the King children, for they were fighting and fretting all the time, in spite of their money."

"So I did, Beth. Well, I think we are; for, though we do have to work, we make fun for ourselves, and are a pretty jolly set, as Jo would say."

"Jo does use such slang words!" observed Amy, with a reproving look at the long figure stretched on the rug. Jo immediately sat up, put her hands in her pockets, and began to whistle.

"Don't, Jo, it's so boyish!"

"That's why I do it."

"I detest rude, unladylike girls!"

"I hate affected, niminy-piminy chits!"

"'Birds in their little nests agree,'" sang Beth, the peacemaker, with such a funny face that both sharp voices softened to a laugh, and the "pecking" ended for that time.

"Really, girls, you are both to be blamed," said Meg, beginning to lecture in her elder-sisterly fashion. "You are old enough to leave off boyish tricks, and to behave better, Josephine. It didn't matter so much when you were a little girl; but now you are so tall, and turn up your hair, you should remember that you are a young lady."

"I'm not! And if turning up my hair makes me one, I'll wear it in two tails till I'm twenty," cried Jo, pulling off her net, and shaking down a chestnut mane. "I hate to think I've got to grow up, and be Miss March, and wear long gowns, and look as prim as a China aster! It's bad enough to be a girl, anyway, when I like boys' games and work and manners! I can't get over my disappointment in not being a boy; and it's worse than ever now, for I'm dying to go and fight with Papa, and I can only stay at home and knit, like a poky old woman!" And Jo shook the blue army sock till the needles rattled like castanets, and her ball bounded across the room.

"Poor Jo! It's too bad, but it can't be helped. So you must try to be contented with making your name boyish, and playing brother to us girls," said Beth, stroking the rough head at her knee with a hand that all the dishwashing and dusting in the world could not make ungentle in its touch.

"As for you, Amy," continued Meg, "you are altogether too particular and prim. Your airs are funny now, but you'll grow up an affected little goose, if you don't take care. I like your nice manners and refined ways of speaking, when you don't try to be elegant. But your absurd words are as bad as Jo's slang."

"If Jo is a tomboy and Amy a goose, what am I, please?" asked Beth, ready to share the lecture.

"You're a dear, and nothing else," answered Meg warmly; and no one contradicted her, for the "Mouse" was the pet of the family.

As young readers like to know "how people look," we will take this moment to give them a little sketch of the four sisters, who sat knitting away in the twilight, while the December snow fell quietly without, and the fire crackled cheerfully within. It was a comfortable old room, though the carpet was faded and the furniture very plain; for a good picture or two hung on the walls, books filled the recesses, chrysanthemums and Christmas roses bloomed in the windows, and a pleasant atmosphere of home peace pervaded it.



So, you see, it's really never too late for Christmas books like these.  I hope you go out and find some "not too late for Christmas books" of your own!
Warm winter wishes,

Deborah/TheBookishDame

2 comments:

bermudaonion

Oh my gosh! I want that edition of Little Women!! Merry Christmas!

Bingo

One of my top five all time favorites! I would hope everyone has experienced the joy of these Little Women. Thanks for the lovely reminders!

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