“What have you been doing all day?”
“Reading. In fact, I just finished Little Women. I never read it and thought that I should.”
“Little Women! You mean it was an actual book before it was a musical?”
I looked at my daughter with a wide smile. I didn’t smirk or make her feel silly that she didn’t know that Little Women was an actual book. How would she know? She never saw me reading it before now. The book wasn’t on a bookshelf at home and she never read it in school. With genuine interest, she picked up the book and flipped through the pages.
“So, did you decide to read this because I’m in the musical?”
“Uh, huh. I’m interested to see what parts they include in the musical. Remember how different Wicked was from the actual book?
“Wow, this is thick. Show me the part about Meg.”
“Do you want to read about Meg after she got married?”
“Yeah, put a sticky note on it and I’ll read it later. I felt kinda bad when I didn’t get Jo but I really like Meg. I think I would be a better Meg anyway. She’s older and more like motherly.”
“And pretty,” I added.
“Moooooom, come on.”
“I’m allowed to say that, I’m your mom.”
"What is that book? Are you reading that next?"
"The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. Remember Tom Sawyer? Same author."
"Yeah, wasn’t Tom Sawyer the musical Mitch was in when he was like in 3rd grade? Isn’t it weird how so many musicals start out as old books?"
My wide smile returned and I nodded my head in agreement.
|The "actual" book and one of Meg's songs from the musical.|