When I was little, I took karate instead of ballet. As a result, a little part of me always wondered if I would have been supremely talented (even though all evidence points to no). This year, I started taking an adult ballet class for people who have absolutely no dance experience. I’m one class in, and I don’t have any delusions about going pro, but it’s really fun. So of course I need to check out everything on the Hub’s list of ballet books for teens. Between that and the classically adorable Ballet Shoes by Noel Streatfeild, I’ll be set for the whole session.
(image: The Dance Foyer at the Opera on the rue Le Peletier, 1872 by Edgar Degas)