I haven't read the book, but I've seen both recent film adaptations, and every time I walk away with a giant "who cares." I find it difficult to like any of these girls and their neverending yammerings in their various dreamworlds, forever gushing over each other with insufferable affection and/or silly discord, none of them aware of their own mediocrity even though they do get pouty about it at times. All this somehow makes them the most amazing flowers fall from heaven for all available bachelors, while if you ask me, they're vain, whiny, snooty and obnoxious, with no depth to any of them. The quirky girl pluckiness is fed to the teeth. What Jo did to Laurie makes her a whole new category of the b word, and everyone is just ok with him doing the tackiest thing possible of getting together with an alternate sister. I don't care what anyone says, I don't understand the fascination with this pointless, annoying, mediocre story.
Review of Little Women
