sweet valley confidential by francine pascal

,” my mother would say, a sad, wistful look in her eyes. I wanted that unconditional love and friendship that was all over the pages of Little Women.īut as many times as I asked and begged for a little sister, the answer was always the same.

I wanted a confidant, someone to have adventures with, someone to share my daydreams and my nightmares with. My parents were great, but it wasn’t the same. There was this bond between them that was like nothing I had in my life. (Except Amy.) She would have done anything for them and they for her. And Amy? I pretty much just wanted to kick that annoying little twit in the head.īut the one thing Jo had that I wanted most was her sisters. I was never going to be the beautiful, admired, gracious Meg or the sweet, meek, victim Beth. In short, I probably wanted to be Jo because I already was Jo. And above all, Jo wasn’t pretty–she was awkward and unkempt and a tomboy. Jo was a writer, even though women weren’t supposed to be writers. Like everyone else who’s ever read the book, I wanted to be Jo. She used to read to me from a lot of books, but Little Women is the one I remember the best. When I was very little–I mean braids and teddy bears little–my mother used to read to me from Little Women every night before bed.

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Sweet valley confidential by francine pascal