The title of this post says it all.
Little Women is a heart-warming cliche tale but with a well-executed tension: a poor family of girls rich in love for each other. Good cliche is very hard to find but then you get a little bit too jealous of the good-natured and highly self-conscious personas of the sisters. You will definitely start hating yourself for being inconsiderate, untalented, waddling in the marsh of sin, etc. Effective preachiness.
*spoiler alert
I have to be honest though. I wanted to throw my lamp against a wall after Chapter 40 where Beth meets her end and Alcott, as if running away from an angry mob, immediately removes to heating the romance between the other sister and the neighbor... in a picturesque foreign land. Really Alcott? Can't we dwell into the sadness for at least the next two chapters?
Verdict: Read it while you are wrong young. You age faster in this modern society and with age comes a sudden hostility towards an unlimited intrinsic supply of wellness of soul and being. As a coping mechanism, my new block mate lent me her copy of the Virgin Suicides. Oh yes, darkness! I can't believe I missed you! Muwahahaha
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