If I could have dinner with anyone...
You know that question “If you could have dinner with anyone who would it be and why?” The answer is pretty easy for me. Aside from my grandmother whom I miss every single day, it is Louisa May Alcott. She is my absolute favorite author. (But, you say, none of her books are on your recommended list. This is true. I adore all of Louisa’s books, but those three from Wednesday’s post have hit me in the heart, hard. They have made me cry, contemplate my life, and have changed me. Louisa inspires my writing; those books inspire me.) So why would I so desperately love to sit down with Louisa May Alcott? To begin with, she had a biting sense of humor, the kind I appreciate the most. Biographers all cite her wit, and if you have ever read Transcendental Wild Oats you have seen that satire and sarcasm were an especial talent of hers. I can imagine sitting at a sidewalk cafĂ© with her, listening to the running commentary on passersby. I have a feelin