When I first started reading Little Women, I was discouraged. I do not do well with literary classics (ironically enough) and the copy that I read is almost 800 pages long. For the first few chapters, I became extremely annoyed with Amy and her whining and obsession with herself. I ended up setting page goals in order to finish the book because I was so overwhelmed with the length and tone.
I can’t exactly pinpoint when or where in the book that I got sucked in, but I most certainly did. I just remember sitting on the couch to read and it seemed as if a hundred pages flew by and I was craving more. I had never read this book or heard what exactly happens throughout the story. All I knew going into it was that it was about four sisters. So when I came to the realization that Beth was, in fact, going to die, I started shaking with anxiety. I had to put the book down and talk to my husband for a few minutes, letting him calm me down and realize that it was just a story. I was devastated not only when Beth died, but also when Jo chooses not to marry Laurie. I felt as if he was cheated out of a best friend for life and, let’s all admit it, Amy is obnoxious.
Little Women may be added to my “read once a year” list of books because I enjoyed it so much and it is a book that you can glean a lot from each time you read it.
by Louisa May Alcott
Originally published in 1868