Ten years have passed since we last walked the grounds of Plumfield, and nothing is as it was, and everything is as it should be. Jo Bhaer, the wild March girl who once burned her hair in the attic, now presides over a transformed institution, her boys scattered across the world like seeds planted decades ago. Some have found success; others have stumbled. A sailor faces shipwreck, a musician confronts disappointment, and the rebellious Dan walks a darker path still. This is not the innocent school of Little Men, but something richer and stranger: a meditation on what happens when we let go of the people we love, and trust them to find their own way home. Alcott writes with clear eyes about the pain of watching children grow, the impossible gap between who we hoped they'd become and who they are. For anyone who grew up with Jo and her brothers, this is a reunion that aches in all the right places.
