I chose A Little Princess for
the category of Children’s Classic for the Back to the Classics 2015 challenge hosted at Books and Chocolate. I am fairly sure I
watched on television as a kid a movie version of A Little Princess with Shirley
Temple, but I don’t remember much from it. I love Frances
Hodgson Burnett’s The Secret Garden, a book
I first read at maybe 9 or 10 years old. However, I don’t know how I would feel
about it if I had read it only as an adult; I can still read The Secret Garden with my
child-like eyes and ignore the more dated racist and classist aspects of it. I was unable to do that with A Little Princess,
unfortunately. I am sure, however, that the 9 year old me would have really
enjoyed this story of triumph over adversity.
The story is about Sara Crewe, an
English girl who travels from India to England at age 6 or so to attend boarding
school, because the British upper classes didn’t feel it appropriate to educate
their children in the colonies. Sara is not only fabulously wealthy; she is
also intelligent and kind. She soon makes friends with the downtrodden and
misunderstood in the boarding school since that is just how she rolls. Sara
particularly excels at imagining things and she regales the other little girls
with her stories. When people are unkind to Sara, she pretends she is a
princess and treats the unkind people with grace and compassion, because she
imagines this is how royalty would behave. The headmistress secretly hates her, but
chokes her dislike back because promoting Sara to prospective parents is good
advertising for the school and a couple of the older girls don’t like Sara out
of jealousy but they can’t do too much about it as long as Sara is the star
pupil. When Sara’s fortunes take a turn for the worse, however, she finds out just
who her true friends are and just how much she will have to draw on her
imagination and her inner princess to survive.
As I wrote above, it was hard for
me to overlook some of the more dated aspects of the book. Also Sara is just a
little too perfect and a little too put upon to be believable to me now. But I can see how an adult reader could still find
the magic in this story; I saw it too, but I also saw the man behind the curtain.
I kind of wish I had sprung for
the Penguin Classics edition which should have an introduction or afterward,
but I opted instead to borrow and read a very PINK library copy of the Harper
Collins hardback edition pictured above, which had really beautiful full page
color illustrations by Tasha Tudor as well as black and white sketches
above each chapter.