Journal…November 29th. My birthday. Felt forlorn so far from home. Wrote all day. Seem to be getting on slowly, so should be contented. To a little party at the B.'s in the eve. May looked very pretty, and seemed to be a favorite. The boys teased me about being an authoress, and I said I’d be famous yet. Will if I can, but something else may be better for me…” A collection of Louisa May Alcott’s journals and letters, curated by a family friend, who expertly describes the events and links t...