Little Women is the delightful story of the four March girls and their approach towards womanhood.
Meg, the eldest and most beautiful, shrugs off her vanity and social ambition, discovering fulfillment in romantic love. Boyish Jo on the other hand, with her contempt of all "lovering", turns impetuously towards writing for solace. Gentle Beth rejects worldly interests, preferring to devote her life to her family, to the joy of music and to timidly aiding all who suffer in life. Amy, the youngest and most imperfect of the March girls, continually tries to overcome her selfishness and girlish pretensions, though he has a hard task before her.
The progress of these four "little women" is narrated along the lines of Bunyan's pilgrim, and we are shown how - encountering struggles and learning important lessons along the way - each one attains her own Celestial City.
My first heartbreak came from these pages. I've been rereading it to my little brothers at bedtime, and it was all good and dandy, though they understood very little because of the Victorian writing, until that particular bit in chapter 24.
"Oh, my sister, passing from me, Out of human care and strife, Leave me, as a gift, those virtues, Which have beautified your life."
I was overcome with emotion, as I was the first time I'd read it. The way Beth passes so quietly, just as she lived her life. My brothers didn't clock she'd died until I had to explain it to them.
Anyway, I loved it as I had when I first read it, and having read it, I was able to understand the Greta Gerwig adaptation better and appreciate it better. Such a radical book for its time and one that has continued to inspire little women everywhere ever since.
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