Living As Book Characters Daily

On Tuesday I was a prancy, dancy, pirate queen, On Wednesday I was a velvet-clad bohemian traveling fancy lady, Yesterday I as a native American who had been done wrong by cowboys. I am on a Treasure Island today. The youngest son in Swiss Family Robinson. My personas are found promptly when I pick up well-loved missives. Last week I was Jo, the heroine of Little Women, cutting off my hair and selling it to help my family. More often than not I am Pippi Longstockings, living alone, without parents, taking care of me and my monkey. There is truth in every book I stick with, for in that book I find a sliver of myself. Books where I see no inkling or believable bare hint of me hold no interest. They are not the ones I return to again and again, relishing in my glory days. Slashing my sabers, showing the world what I can do with a bit of fantasy.