And it is.
I have always been particularly drawn to the story of Pocahontas… Maybe my own Native American heritage has something to do with it. Or the fact that my grandparents lived on Powhattan Avenue, which made the kid version of me feel somehow directly related to her illustrious family.
I first discovered Ingri and Edgar d’Aulaire’s Pocahontas at a yard sale and have since spent many hours reading it with my daughter, talking about how it must have felt to have strangers move in on the land you considered your sacred home, what it’s like to fall in love with a person of a different race, how it must have felt to be a princess and a leader, what it was like to meet the Queen of England… and just enjoying the illustrations and the story. We must have gotten the book when my kid was 4 and we’re still captivated by it years later.
If being obsessed with princesses is an inevitable phase in a girl’s life, Pocahontas is a great way to go.