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Little Women: The Sisters Are Doing It For Themselves
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I love you, Lizzie. I love that you have this as your book club, where we can all be violently possessive of our books together.
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Am I the only one who preferred Friederich? I always thought Laurie was so much sillier than Jo, and his love for her seemed so selfish, but I liked Friederich's quiet love. I reread their love scene in the rain sooo many times. (I guess that was a good indication that I liked older men :P)
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So, yes. Though I'm sure the Gabriel Byrne-ness helps.
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I also cannot make it through the Thomas Newman score to the scene where Beth dies without tearing up. Sigh.
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I guess she was unusual for her time, though, because when many women were getting married in their late teens, Jo didn't get married until her thirties, right? And she chose someone sort of unusual and awkward and eclectic, who didn't have much money. I guess it worked, but I sort of wanted her to be a Super Aunt Lesbian or something.
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But, on the other hand, Beth did fit the 19th-century-weak-TB-heroine thing to a T. Boo for lame tropes.
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Anyway, thank GOD everyone else went home already. That would have been embarassing.
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Alcott wrote in her journal, "I don't really enjoy this sort of thing. Never liked kids or knew many, except my sisters, but our queer plays and experiences may prove interesting, though I doubt it." And she also called her YA as "moral pap for children." She apparently wrote a lot of steamier stuff under pen names and enjoyed that a lot more. She did it for the money, yo.
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I love you, CurtCole.
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'In the Garrett' - that poem about the four sisters - sets off torrents of tears