Nathanial Hawthorne’s classic novel The Scarlet Letter was really the first piece of adult literature I ever read. I think I was 13 the first time I read it. And it was really the book that turned me on to a love of reading. Immediately, I was captivated by the novel, and felt compassion for Hester Prynne, the woman marked with the letter.
One of the brilliant things about the novel is that in a sense — literal or metaphorical — we are all marked the same. Each of us bares the mark or the scar of our shame or insecurities. Mine is the letter ‘L.’ If you look back, perhaps you can get a sense of what this means.
If you think about it, we are all Hester Prynne.