Remember, remember, and here is November!
“November is the most disagreeable month in the whole year,” said Margaret, standing at the window one dull afternoon, looking out at the frostbitten garden. “That's the reason I was born in it,” observed Jo pensively, quite unconscious of the blot on her nose. "If something very pleasant should happen now, we should think it a delightful month,” said Beth, who took a hopeful view of everything, even November. November is here....I remember Guy Fawkes (but unfortunately not too familiar with him, i have to google him after this), but more importantly it's the birthmonth of Louisa May Alcott, one of my favourite authors, and Jo March, one of my favourite fictional characters. Jo March is apparently Alcott's description of herself, so that means....she and I are quite alike. It's kinda eerie that I'm in a way, trodding the same path as Jo now. She wanted to be a celebrated authoress, someone great and famous and rich, and in the end she became a teac