{"product_id":"2940015004335","title":"At the Age of Eve","description":"At the Age of Eve by Kate Trimble Sharber, author of the Annals of Ann, with Illustrations by Paul Meylan\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCopyright 1911\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eCONTENTS\u003cbr\u003eIllustration: “I--I wondered who you were, too”\u003cbr\u003eDedication\u003cbr\u003eChapter 1. Ann\u003cbr\u003eChapter 2. The New Neighbors\u003cbr\u003eChapter 3. The Bookworm Turns\u003cbr\u003eChapter 4. A New Game\u003cbr\u003eChapter 5. Prince Charming\u003cbr\u003eChapter 6. Neva’s Beau Brummel\u003cbr\u003eChapter 7. Alfred\u003cbr\u003eChapter 8. Alfred Collects a Debt\u003cbr\u003eChapter 9. A Shopping Expedition\u003cbr\u003eChapter 10. Ann Receives a Caller\u003cbr\u003eChapter 11. A Drawn Battle\u003cbr\u003eChapter 12. Shadows\u003cbr\u003eChapter 13. Thanksgiving Day\u003cbr\u003eChapter 14. Sophie’s Story\u003cbr\u003eChapter 15. The Douglas in His Hall\u003cbr\u003eChapter 16. The Ides of March\u003cbr\u003eChapter 17. May Day\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eChapter 1. Ann\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn beginning this record I find that it is no easy matter to feel at home with a clean, blank journal. The possibilities of these spotless pages seem to oppress me, and I am weighted down with the idea that my opening sentences ought to sound brilliant and promising.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWith this thought I have started three or four entries on scraps of paper lying here about my desk, but I find that not one of them is the kind of thing which would make you bend over close and knit your brows, thinking you had picked up Plato by mistake.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNo matter what lofty sentiments I have in my mind you can always hear the swish of petticoats through my paragraphs and I regret this, for all my life I have longed to write something that would sound like George Eliot. In the world of books she is my idol--my lady idol, I mean, for of course the dearest idols of all are the poets, and they are always men.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“George Eliot is my lady idol and my man one, too,” some one said to me once when I mentioned my preference, and this exactly expresses it. When you read what she has written you never stop to think whether it was written by a man or by a woman. Even in these days the women who write anything worth reading do it so cleverly that you never for a moment suspect they clean out their fountain-pen with a hair-pin.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHow do they manage it, I wonder, when one adjective too many would brand them as a female?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYet if the sex does not show in the writing, the writing always shows in the sex. If the most masculine man on earth takes a notion to become a writer his friends all begin strange mutterings behind his back, and before long some one has whispered “Sissy.” Ah, and if a woman by any chance decides to use her pen a while, so her tongue can rest, her associates are quick to pronounce that she has grown so masculine since she started this writing business! Verily the pen is mightier than the sword if it can influence sex in a manner that would turn a court physician green with envy.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI should be willing to cut off my hair and call myself George, Henry or even Sam, if I thought it would help me to be a great writer, for, in my soul, I have always longed to write something so great and unfeminine that it would not harm a Trappist monk.","brand":"Denise Henry","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47084293587184,"sku":"2940015004335","price":3.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940015004335_p0.jpg?v=1763618694","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940015004335","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}