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What's the female equivalent of Tom Sawyer?

A somewhat universal story about girlhood, growing up as a girl etc?
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>>25228524
Diary of Anne Frank
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>>25228524
Who the fuck cares? Girls are only good for sex.
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Story of O
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>growing up as foid
>oh nooo chad is ignoring me :(
>i'm going to bully that ugly incel, teehee xD
You can expand these two sentences and there is your book.
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>>25228524
I found Jane Eyre to be pretty accurate about my feelings and experience as an argumentative young girl. And now being a woman with a soft spot for weird men.
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>>25228524
Little Women, Anne of Green Gables. When was the last time Tom Sawyer was relevant?
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>>25228524
>universal
Interesting. There are many well-loved stories about girls:
— What Katy Did
— Anne Of Green Gables
— Heidi
— The Secret Garden
— Daddy-Long-Legs
but they aren't really about an "EveryGirl" in the way TS is about an "EveryBoy".

A couple that have a bit more universality, in my opinion:
— Little Women
— The "Little House" series by Laura Ingalls Wilder

LW sort of cheats: you get universality by having four girls, not one. LH is a decent overall pick. Laura's living conditions are pretty similar to Tom's. She's a generation later (1870-80, rather than 1840) but her family are on the edge of civilization, so living in more primitive conditions than the contemporary settled areas.
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>Anne tossed her red braids.
>“I don’t think it’s such a very wonderful thing to walk a little, low, board fence,” she said. “I knew a girl in Marysville who could walk the ridgepole of a roof.”
>“I don’t believe it,” said Josie flatly. “I don’t believe anybody could walk a ridgepole. You couldn’t, anyhow.”
>“Couldn’t I?” cried Anne rashly.
>“Then I dare you to do it,” said Josie defiantly. “I dare you to climb up there and walk the ridgepole of Mr. Barry’s kitchen roof.”
>Anne turned pale, but there was clearly only one thing to be done. She walked toward the house, where a ladder was leaning against the kitchen roof. All the fifth-class girls said, “Oh!” partly in excitement, partly in dismay.
>“Don’t you do it, Anne,” entreated Diana. “You’ll fall off and be killed. Never mind Josie Pye. It isn’t fair to dare anybody to do anything so dangerous.”
>“I must do it. My honor is at stake,” said Anne solemnly. “I shall walk that ridgepole, Diana, or perish in the attempt. If I am killed you are to have my pearl bead ring.”
>Anne climbed the ladder amid breathless silence, gained the ridgepole, balanced herself uprightly on that precarious footing, and started to walk along it, dizzily conscious that she was uncomfortably high up in the world and that walking ridgepoles was not a thing in which your imagination helped you out much. Nevertheless, she managed to take several steps before the catastrophe came. Then she swayed, lost her balance, stumbled, staggered, and fell, sliding down over the sun-baked roof and crashing off it through the tangle of Virginia creeper beneath—all before the dismayed circle below could give a simultaneous, terrified shriek.
>If Anne had tumbled off the roof on the side up which she had ascended Diana would probably have fallen heir to the pearl bead ring then and there. Fortunately she fell on the other side, where the roof extended down over the porch so nearly to the ground that a fall therefrom was a much less serious thing. Nevertheless, when Diana and the other girls had rushed frantically around the house—except Ruby Gillis, who remained as if rooted to the ground and went into hysterics—they found Anne lying all white and limp among the wreck and ruin of the Virginia creeper.
>“Anne, are you killed?” shrieked Diana, throwing herself on her knees beside her friend. “Oh, Anne, dear Anne, speak just one word to me and tell me if you’re killed.”
>To the immense relief of all the girls, and especially of Josie Pye, who, in spite of lack of imagination, had been seized with horrible visions of a future branded as the girl who was the cause of Anne Shirley’s early and tragic death, Anne sat dizzily up and answered uncertainly:
>“No, Diana, I am not killed, but I think I am rendered unconscious.”
from Anne of Green Gables. alternatively, twain wrote a book about a girl tom's age, "Hellfire Hotchkiss" which is unfinished but maybe good.
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>>25228594
please be in london, my little elf



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