Little Women

By Louisa May Alcott

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Discover Louisa May Alcott’s enchanting tale of the March sisters for yourself with this beautiful keepsake edition of Little Women!

The quintessential American story, Little Women captured readers’ hearts right from the start. A bestseller from the time it was originally published in 1868, it is the tale of the March sisters: Meg, Beth, Jo, and Amy. The four girls couldn’t be more different, but with their father fighting in the Civil War and their mother supporting the family, the sisters will have to rely on each other as they grow up and grow together, experiencing love, loss, and the importance of family. Louisa May Alcott recreates her own family’s dramatic, comic, and sometimes tragic experiences in this heartfelt novel that has been celebrated and shared for generations—and this unabridged edition will continue to be shared for years to come.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Aladdin
• Release date: Nov 12, 2019
• ISBN: 9781534462229

Louisa May Alcott

Louisa May Alcott (1832-1888) is the author of the beloved Little Women, which was based on her own experiences growing up in New England with her parents and three sisters. More than a century after her death, Louisa May Alcott's stories continue to delight readers of all ages.

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CHAPTER ONE

Playing Pilgrims

"CHRISTMAS WON’T BE CHRISTMAS WITHOUT any presents," grumbled Jo, lying on the rug.

It’s so dreadful to be poor! sighed Meg, looking down at her old dress.

I don’t think it’s fair for some girls to have plenty of pretty things, and other girls nothing at all, added little Amy, with an injured sniff.

We’ve got Father and Mother and each other, said Beth, contentedly, from her corner.

The four young faces on which the firelight shone brightened at the cheerful words, but darkened again as Jo said sadly:

We haven’t got Father, and shall not have him for a long time. She didn’t say perhaps never, but each silently added it, thinking of Father far away, where the fighting was.

Nobody spoke for a minute; then Meg said in an altered tone:

You know the reason Mother proposed not having any presents this Christmas was because it is going to be a hard winter for everyone; and she thinks we ought not to spend money for pleasure when our men are suffering so in the army. We can’t do much, but we can make our little sacrifices, and ought to do it gladly. But I am afraid I don’t; and Meg shook her head, as she thought regretfully of all the pretty things she wanted.

"But I don’t think the little we should spend would do any good. We’ve each got a dollar, and the army wouldn’t be much helped by our giving that. I agree not to expect anything from Mother or you, but I do want to buy Undine and Sintram for myself; I’ve wanted it so long," said Jo, who was a bookworm.

I planned to spend mine on new music, said Beth, with a little sigh, which no one heard but the hearth brush and kettle holder.

I shall get a nice box of Faber’s drawing pencils; I really need them, said Amy, decidedly.

Mother didn’t say anything about our money, and she won’t wish us to give up everything. Let’s each buy what we want, and have a little fun; I’m sure we work hard enough to earn it, cried Jo, examining the heels of her shoes in a gentlemanly manner.

"I know I do—teaching those tiresome children nearly all day when I am longing to enjoy myself at home," began Meg, in the complaining tone again.

You don’t have half such a hard time as I do, said Jo. How would you like to be shut up for hours with a nervous, fussy old lady, who keeps you trotting, is never satisfied, and worries you till you’re ready to fly out of the window or box her ears?

It’s naughty to fret; but I do think washing dishes and keeping things tidy is the worst work in the world. It makes me cross; and my hands get so stiff, I can’t practice well at all; and Beth looked at her rough hands with a sigh that anyone could hear that time.

I don’t believe any of you suffer as I do, cried Amy; for you don’t have to go to school with impertinent girls, who plague you if you don’t know your lessons, and laugh at your dresses, and label your father if he isn’t rich, and insult you when your nose isn’t nice.

"If you mean libel, I’d say so, and not talk about labels, as if Papa was a pickle bottle," advised Jo, laughing.

"I know what I mean, and you needn’t be statirical about it. It’s proper to use good words, and improve your vocabulary," returned Amy, with dignity.

Don’t peck at one another, children. Don’t you wish we had the money Papa lost when we were little, Jo? Dear me! How happy and good we’d be, if we had no worries! said Meg, who could remember better times.

You said, the other day, you thought we were a deal happier than the King children, for they were fighting and fretting all the time, in spite of their money.

So I did, Beth. Well, I think we are; for, though we do have to work, we make fun of ourselves, and are a pretty jolly set, as Jo would say.

Jo does use such slang words! observed Amy, with a reproving look at the long figure stretched on the rug. Jo immediately sat up, put her hands in her pockets, and began to whistle.

Don’t, Jo. It’s so boyish!

That’s why I do it.

I detest rude, unladylike girls!

I hate affected, niminy-piminy chits!

Birds in their little nests agree, sang Beth, the peacemaker, with such a funny face that both sharp voices softened to a laugh, and the pecking ended for that time.

Really, girls, you are both to be blamed, said Meg, beginning to lecture in her elder-sisterly fashion. You are old enough to leave off boyish tricks, and to behave better, Josephine. It didn’t matter so much when you were a little girl, but now you are so tall, and turn up your hair, you should remember that you are a young lady.

I’m not! And if turning up my hair makes me one, I’ll wear it in two tails till I’m twenty, cried Jo, pulling off her net, and shaking down her chestnut mane. I hate to think I’ve got to grow up and be Miss March, and wear long gowns, and look as prim as a China aster! It’s bad enough to be a girl, anyway, when I like boys’ games and work and manners! I can’t get over my disappointment in not being a boy; and it’s worse than ever now, for I’m dying to go and fight with Papa, and I can only stay at home and knit, like a poky old woman! And Jo shook the blue army sock till the needles rattled like castanets, and her ball bounded across the room.

Poor Jo! It’s too bad, but it can’t be helped; so you must try to be contented with making your name boyish, and playing brother to us girls, said Beth, stroking the rough head at her knee with a hand that all the dishwashing and dusting in the world could not make ungentle in its touch.

As for you, Amy, continued Meg, you are altogether too particular and prim. Your airs are funny now; but you’ll grow up an affected little goose, if you don’t take care. I like your nice manners and refined ways of speaking when you don’t try to be elegant; but your absurd words are as bad as Jo’s slang.

If Jo is a tomboy and Amy a goose, what am I, please? asked Beth, ready to share the lecture.

You’re a dear, and nothing else, answered Meg, warmly; and no one contradicted her, for the Mouse was the pet of the family.

As young readers like to know how people look, we will take this moment to give them a little sketch of the four sisters, who sat knitting away in the twilight, while the December snow fell quietly without, and the fire crackled cheerfully within. It was a comfortable old room, though the carpet was faded and the furniture very plain; for a good picture or two hung on the walls, books filled the recesses, chrysanthemums and Christmas roses bloomed in the windows, and a pleasant atmosphere of home peace pervaded it.

Margaret, the eldest of the four, was sixteen, and very pretty, being plump and fair, with large eyes, plenty of soft brown hair, a sweet mouth, and white hands, of which she was rather vain. Fifteen-year-old Jo was very tall, thin, and brown, and reminded one of a colt; for she never seemed to know what to do with her long limbs, which were very much in her way. She had a decided mouth, a comical nose, and sharp gray eyes, which appeared to see everything, and were by turns fierce, funny, or thoughtful. Her long, thick hair was her one beauty; but it was usually bundled in a net, to be out of her way. Round shoulders had Jo, big hands and feet, a flyaway look to her clothes, and the uncomfortable appearance of a girl who was rapidly shooting up into a woman and didn’t like it. Elizabeth, or Beth—as everyone called her—was a rosy, smooth-haired, bright-eyed girl of thirteen, with a shy manner, a timid voice, and a peaceful expression, which was seldom disturbed. Her father called her Little Miss Tranquility; and the name suited her excellently, for she seemed to live in a happy world of her own, only venturing out to meet the few whom she trusted and loved. Amy, though the youngest, was a most important person—in her own opinion at least. A regular snow maiden, with blue eyes, and yellow hair curling on her shoulders, pale and slender, and always carrying herself like a young lady mindful of her manners. What the characters of the four sisters were, we will leave to be found out.

The clock struck six; and, having swept up the hearth, Beth put a pair of slippers down to warm. Somehow the sight of the old shoes had a good effect upon the girls; for Mother was coming, and everyone brightened to welcome her. Meg stopped lecturing, and lit the lamp, Amy got out of the easy chair without being asked, and Jo forgot how tired she was as she sat up to hold the slippers nearer to the blaze.

They are quite worn out; Marmee must have a new pair.

I thought I’d get her some with my dollar, said Beth.

No, I shall! cried Amy.

I’m the oldest, began Meg, but Jo cut in with a decided:

"I’m the man of the family now Papa is away, and I shall provide the slippers, for he told me to take special care of Mother while he was gone."

I’ll tell you what we’ll do, said Beth, let’s each get her something for Christmas, and not get anything for ourselves.

That’s like you, dear! What will we get? exclaimed Jo.

Everyone thought soberly for a minute; then Meg announced as if the idea was suggested by the sight of her own pretty hands, I shall give her a nice pair of gloves.

Army shoes, best to be had, cried Jo.

Some handkerchiefs, all hemmed, said Beth.

I’ll get a little bottle of cologne; she likes it, and it won’t cost much, so I’ll have some left to buy something for me, added Amy.

How will we give the things? asked Meg.

Put them on the table, and bring her in and see her open the bundles. Don’t you remember how we used to do on our birthdays? answered Jo.

"I used to be so frightened when it was my turn to sit in the chair with the crown on, and see you all come marching round to give the presents, with a kiss. I liked the things and the kisses, but it was dreadful to have you sit looking at me while I opened the bundles," said Beth, who was toasting her face and the bread for tea, at the same time.

Let Marmee think we are getting things for ourselves, and then surprise her. We must go shopping tomorrow afternoon, Meg; there is so much to do about the play for Christmas night, said Jo, marching up and down with her hands behind her back and her nose in the air.

I don’t mean to act any more after this time; I’m getting too old for such things, observed Meg, who was as much a child as ever about dressing up frolics.

You won’t stop, I know, as long as you can trail round in a white gown with your hair down, and wear gold-paper jewelry. You are the best actress we’ve got, and there’ll be an end of everything if you quit the boards, said Jo. We ought to rehearse tonight. Come here, Amy, and do the fainting scene, for you are as stiff as a poker in that.

I can’t help it; I never saw anyone faint, and I don’t choose to make myself all black and blue, tumbling flat as you do. If I can go down easily, I’ll drop; if I can’t, I shall fall into a chair and be graceful; I don’t care if Hugo does come at me with a pistol, returned Amy, who was not gifted with dramatic power, but was chosen because she was small enough to be borne out shrieking by the villain of the piece.

Do it this way; clasp your hands so, and stagger across the room, crying frantically, ‘Roderigo! Save me! Save me!’ and away went Jo, with a melodramatic scream which was truly thrilling.

Amy followed, but she poked her hands out stiffly before her, and jerked herself along as if she went by machinery; and her Ow! was more suggestive of pins being run into her than of fear and anguish. Jo gave a despairing groan, and Meg laughed outright, while Beth let her bread burn as she watched the fun with interest.

It’s no use! Do the best you can when the time comes, and if the audience laughs, don’t blame me. Come on, Meg.

Then things went smoothly, for Don Pedro defied the world in a speech of two pages without a single break. Hagar, the witch, chanted an awful incantation over her kettleful of simmering toads, with weird effect; Roderigo rent his chains asunder manfully, and Hugo died in agonies of remorse and arsenic, with a wild Ha! Ha!

It’s the best we’ve had yet, said Meg, as the dead villain sat up and rubbed his elbows.

I don’t see how you can write and act such splendid things, Jo. You’re a regular Shakespeare! exclaimed Beth, who firmly believed that her sisters were gifted with wonderful genius in all things.

Not quite, replied Jo modestly. "I do think ‘The Witch’s Curse, an Operatic Tragedy,’ is rather a nice thing; but I’d like to try Macbeth, if we only had a trapdoor for Banquo. I always wanted to do the killing part. ‘Is that a dagger I see before me?’ " muttered Jo, rolling her eyes and clutching at the air, as she had seen a famous tragedian do.

No, it’s the toasting fork, with Mother’s shoe on it instead of the bread. Beth’s stagestruck! cried Meg, and the rehearsal ended in a general burst of laughter.

Glad to find you so merry, my girls, said a cheery voice at the door, and actors and audience turned to welcome a tall, motherly lady with a can-I-help-you look about her which was truly delightful. She was not a particularly handsome person, but mothers are always lovely to their children, and the girls thought the gray cloak and unfashionable bonnet covered the most splendid woman in the world.

Well, dearies, how have you got on today? There was so much to do, getting the boxes ready to go tomorrow, that I didn’t come home to dinner. Has anyone called, Beth? How is your cold, Meg? Jo, you look tired to death. Come and kiss me, baby.

While making these maternal inquiries, Mrs. March got her wet things off, her warm slippers on, and sitting down in the easy chair, drew Amy to her lap, preparing to enjoy the happiest hour of her busy day. The girls flew about, trying to make things comfortable, each in her own way. Meg arranged the tea table; Jo brought wood and set chairs, dropping, overturning, and clattering everything she touched; Beth trotted to and fro between parlor and kitchen, quiet and busy; while Amy gave directions to everyone, as she sat with her hands folded.

As they gathered about the table, Mrs. March said, with a particularly happy face, I’ve got a treat for you after supper.

A quick, bright smile went around like a streak of sunshine. Beth clapped her hands, regardless of the hot biscuit she held, and Jo tossed up her napkin, crying, A letter! A letter! Three cheers for Father!

Yes, a nice long letter. He is well, and thinks he shall get through the cold season better than we feared. He sends all sorts of loving wishes for Christmas, and an especial message to you girls, said Mrs. March, patting her pocket as if she had got a treasure there.

Hurry and get done! Don’t stop to quirk your little finger, and simper over your plate, Amy, cried Jo, choking in her tea, and dropping her bread, butter side down, on the carpet in her haste to get at the treat.

Beth ate no more, but crept away, to sit in her shadowy corner and brood over the delight to come, till the others were ready.

I think it was so splendid of Father to go as chaplain when he was too old to be drafted, and not strong enough for a soldier, said Meg, warmly.

"Don’t I wish I could go as a drummer, a vivan—what’s its name? Or a nurse, so I could be near him and help him," exclaimed Jo, with a groan.

It must be very disagreeable to sleep in a tent, and eat all sorts of bad-tasting things, and drink out of a tin mug, sighed Amy.

When will he come home, Marmee? asked Beth, with a little quiver in her voice.

Not for many months, dear, unless he is sick. He will stay and do his work faithfully as long as he can, and we won’t ask for him back a minute sooner than he can be spared. Now come and hear the letter.

They all drew to the fire, Mother in the big chair with Beth at her feet, Meg and Amy perched on either arm of the chair, and Jo leaning on the back, where no one would see any sign of emotion if the letter should happen to be touching.

Very few letters were written in those hard times that were not touching, especially those which fathers sent home. In this one little was said of the hardships endured, the dangers faced, or the homesickness conquered; it was a cheerful, hopeful letter, full of lively descriptions of camp life, marches, and military news; and only at the end did the writer’s heart overflow with fatherly love and longing for the little girls at home.

Give them all my dear love and a kiss. Tell them I think of them by day, pray for them by night, and find my best comfort in their affection at all times. A year seems very long to wait before I see them, but remind them that while we wait we may all work, so that these hard days need not be wasted. I know they will remember all I said to them, that they will be loving children to you, will do their duty faithfully, fight their bosom enemies bravely, and conquer themselves so beautifully, that when I come back to them I may be fonder and prouder than ever of my little women.

Everybody sniffed when they came to that part; Jo wasn’t ashamed of the great tear that dropped off the end of her nose, and Amy never minded the rumpling of her curls as she hid her face on her mother’s shoulder and sobbed out, "I am a selfish girl! But I’ll truly try to be better, so he mayn’t be disappointed in me by and by."

We all will, cried Meg. I think too much of my looks, and hate to work, but won’t anymore, if I can help it.

I’ll try and be what he loves to call me, ‘a little woman,’ and not be rough and wild; but do my duty here instead of wanting to be somewhere else, said Jo, thinking that keeping her temper at home was a much harder task than facing a rebel or two down South.

Beth said nothing, but wiped away her tears with the blue army sock, and began to knit with all her might, losing no time in doing the duty that lay nearest her, while she resolved in her quiet little soul to be all that Father hoped to find her when the year brought around the happy coming home.

Mrs. March broke the silence that followed Jo’s words, by saying in her cheery voice, "Do you remember how you used to play Pilgrim’s Progress when you were little things? Nothing delighted you more than to have me tie my piece bags on your backs for burdens, give you hats and sticks and rolls of paper, and let you travel through the house from the cellar, which was the City of Destruction, up, up, to the housetop, where you had all the lovely things you could collect to make a Celestial City."

What fun it was, especially going by the lions, fighting Apollyon, and passing through the Valley where the hobgoblins were, said Jo.

I liked the place where the bundles fell off and tumbled downstairs, said Meg.

My favorite part was when we came out on the flat roof where our flowers and arbors and pretty things were, and all stood and sang for joy up there in the sunshine, said Beth, smiling, as if that pleasant moment had come back to her.

I don’t remember much about it, except that I was afraid of the cellar and the dark entry, and always liked the cake and milk we had up at the top. If I wasn’t too old for such things, I’d rather like to play it over again, said Amy, who began to talk of renouncing childish things at the mature age of twelve.

We never are too old for this, my dear, because it is a play we are playing all the time in one way or another. Our burdens are here, our road is before us, and the longing for goodness and happiness is the guide that leads us through many troubles and mistakes to the peace which is a true Celestial City. Now, my little pilgrims, suppose you begin again, not in play, but in earnest, and see how far on you can get before Father comes home.

Really, Mother? Where are our bundles? asked Amy, who was a very literal young lady.

Each of you told what your burden was just now, except Beth; I rather think she hasn’t got any, said her mother.

Yes, I have; mine is dishes and dusters, and envying girls with nice pianos, and being afraid of people.

Beth’s bundle was such a funny one that everybody wanted to laugh; but nobody did, for it would have hurt her feelings very much.

Let us do it, said Meg, thoughtfully. It is only another name for trying to be good, and the story may help us; for though we do want to be good, it’s hard work, and we forget, and don’t do our best.

We were in the Slough of Despond tonight, and Mother came and pulled us out as Help did in the book. We ought to have our roll of directions, like Christian. What shall we do about that? asked Jo, delighted with the fancy which lent a little romance to the very dull task of doing her duty.

Look under your pillows, Christmas morning, and you will find your guidebook, replied Mrs. March.

They talked over the new plan while old Hannah cleared the table; then out came the four little work baskets, and the needles flew as the girls made sheets for Aunt March. It was uninteresting sewing, but tonight no one grumbled. They adopted Jo’s plan of dividing the long seams into four parts, and calling the quarters Europe, Asia, Africa, and America, and in that way got on capitally, especially when they talked about the different countries, as they stitched their way through them.

At nine they stopped work, and sang, as usual, before they went to bed. No one but Beth could get much music out of the old piano; but she had a way of softly touching the yellow keys, and making a pleasant accompaniment to the simple songs they sang. Meg had a voice like a flute, and she and her mother led the little choir. Amy chirped like a cricket, and Jo wandered through the airs at her own sweet will, always coming out at the wrong place with a croak or a quaver that spoiled the most pensive tune. They had always done this from the time they could lisp Crinkle, crinkle, ’ittle ’tar. And it had become a household custom, for the mother was a born singer. The first sound in the morning was her voice, as she went about the house singing like a lark; and the last sound at night was the same cheery sound, for the girls never grew too old for that familiar lullaby.

CHAPTER TWO

A Merry Christmas

JO WAS THE FIRST TO wake in the gray dawn of Christmas morning. No stockings hung at the fireplace, and for a moment she felt as much disappointed as she did long ago, when her little sock fell down because it was so crammed with goodies. Then she remembered her mother’s promise, and, slipping her hand under her pillow, drew out a little crimson-covered book. She knew it very well, for it was that beautiful old story of the best life ever lived, and Jo felt that it was a true guidebook for any pilgrim going the long journey. She woke Meg with a Merry Christmas, and bade her see what was under her pillow. A green-covered book appeared, with the same picture inside, and a few words written by their mother, which made their one present very precious in their eyes. Presently Beth and Amy woke, to rummage and find their little books also—one, dove-colored, the other blue; and all sat looking at and talking about them, while the east grew rosy with the coming day.

In spite of her small vanities, Margaret had a sweet and pious nature, which unconsciously influenced her sisters, especially Jo, who loved her very tenderly, and obeyed her because her advice was so gently given.

Girls, said Meg seriously, looking from the tumbled head beside her to the two little nightcapped ones in the room beyond, "Mother wants us to read and love and mind these books, and we must begin at once. We used to be faithful about it; but since Father went away, and all this war trouble unsettled us, we have neglected many things.

Reviews for Little Women

[sammusher · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

I found the characters too cutesy-old-fashioned when I tried it as a kid (I was a realistic fiction and sci-fi reader exclusively), so I'd somehow never read the whole thing! Greta Gerwig's movie inspired me to finish it, finally.As brilliant as that adaptation is, there are still some enjoyable bits that are never filmed, especially in the second half when they're adults -- like the hilarious sequence where Amy makes Jo go visiting with her and Jo keeps fucking it up. I still find Marmee insufferable: turns out the reason every film Marmee is a holy spouter of platitudes is because she's actually written that way, in every single scene. I also really needed some acknowledgement that these are allegedly poor people *with a servant*, so what does Hannah's life look like when she isn't making everyone a meal at odd hours? But overall, ok, I get it now! This book is great, and deservedly groundbreaking!

[nikki_havey · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

(300/759) This book is about 4 girls who live with there mother and a slave. There father went off to be a soldier for the war. There family is middle class, so they can buy new things but they aren't rich like they use to be because their father was helping a friend and ended up losing a lot of their money. Later they found out there father is sick so their mother went to washington because their father was in one of the hospitals, then one of the sisters name Beth got scarlet fever. The main characters are Meg who is the oldest sister, she is discribed as beautiful and gets more beautiful with each passing day, she also loves elegant rich things. Joe the next oldest sister acts like a tome boy. Her one beauty was her hair until she cut it off to help her family get money for her mother to go to washington to help their father. Beth, the second to youngest is one of the kindest shyest people you would ever meet. Then the youngest is named Amy who loves to drawn and beautiful things. There mother Mrs. March is one of those mothers who you think is the greatest mother in the world. Then Hannah their slave is kind and an amazing nurse. I think Meg likes the material things of life too much, Joe has a short temper but I'm glad she is working to fix it. Beth has nothing wrong with her or that I think she should change about herself. if anything i think she should be more outgoing. Amy, I think she should be less selfish. I don't think i can relate to any of the things in this book, I mean so many things have changed since then, nothing is really the same. I think if anything I'm like Beth in shyness and Meg in liking elegant beautiful things. Actually so far I pretty much like everything, actually ya so far I like everything I have read. I would recommend this book to anyone who likes old victorian things, or old type of stories. For a movie I think all these parts would be hard to cast, I mean a beautiful elegant young lady, a tome boy, a shy kind girl, and one that is selfish yet loves drawing. I don't think anyone I could pick would be the right one to play the roles.

[rosenstern · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

I liked the writing style of the book. It was fun to read, and terribly sad at times. Yes I cried a little. The story follows the lives of the for March women, their ups and downs and general merriment making. I was unsure of the ending; I do not know if I approved. But it was worth the read.

[mhanover10 · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

It's interesting to listen to a book written in the 1800's. The dialog isn't that great and some of the phrases mean something totally different in 2016. For example snowballing. I didn't know what it meant in 2016 until I typed it in during my bing rewards searches. Of course Louisa May Alcott was talking about an innocent snow ball fight. I think with classics like this, I might stick with the movie.

[thornton37814 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

The classic tale of the March sisters--Meg, Jo, Beth, and Amy. It's a coming-of-age tale in many ways as the girls grow up and most find love. Marmee imparts wisdom when her daughters seek it. The neighboring Laurance family, particularly Laurie, plays an important role in the book. Jo begins her career as a writer. This classic never fails to make me cry. Even though I know it is coming, I never want Beth to die.

[katherinegregg · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

I loved rereading (or rather listening to) Little Women after having seen Greta Gerwig's movie. Set during the Civil War, Little Women tells the story of four sisters (Meg, Jo, Amy and Beth) growing up in Massachusetts.

[jshillingford_2 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Little Women is, at its heart, a wonderful story about family. It's also an example of historical fiction that is great for young adults and adults. This is one of those rare "classics" that I think actually deserves to be called such. It reaches across generations and times - just about anyone with siblings can identify with what these girls go through as a family. Moreover, many people can also identify with having too little money to get by at times, and what a struggle it is to make ends meet. These characters are so real, with such individual personalities, that they come alive off the page and suck you into their world. I read this as young girl, and again as a woman. It resonated with me both times. Highly recommended.

[shadrach_anki · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

This is another one of those "childhood classics" that I managed to miss reading when I was actually a child. I'm still trying to decide whether or not this is a good thing. I think that, had I tried reading it as a child, I would have been just a bit bored by the story overall. But as an adult reader, I find I am probably less forgiving of things I perceive as flaws in the writing.Coming to it as an adult reader, I can see why it is viewed as a classic, and I enjoyed reading it, but I also don't think it would really be publishable today. The pacing is somewhat uneven--it seemed that just when things would start to pick up a good pace we would be treated to another "now gentle reader" moment, highlighting the moral lessons we should be learning from the story, and also bringing the forward momentum of the story to a halt.I had problems with Beth as a character, mostly because I don't feel she really was a character. Of the main characters, she is the only one whose viewpoint we don't really see. We are told she is sweet and perfect and wonderful and beloved, but the only real evidence we have of these things is circumstantial at best: Beth is wonderful because we are told she is wonderful. Consequently, the major plot points that hinge on Beth all struck me as a little bit fake, which was rather unfortunate.I liked John and Laurie and Professor Bhaer, and I enjoyed the romances that came with them (though again, it seemed like we got an awful lot of preaching and moralising whenever something interesting was about to happen).I'm glad I read it, and I may very well read it again at some point, but probably not for several years.----Some edition-specific notes:The Barnes & Noble Classics ebook edition is, for the most part, quite good. It comes with quite a bit of supplementary material in the form of a biography of the author; historical background of both when the book was written and the time period in which it was set; and approximately twenty pages of endnotes and footnotes, all hyper-linked within the book itself.I would have preferred to see the information about the author and her history placed at the end of the text rather than the beginning. Ditto with the introduction, which, like most such introductions, assumes the reader is already familiar with the text.The proofreading of the ebook text is...spotty. As far as I can tell it was typeset by scanning an existing print copy of the book, using OCR technology to render the text. On the whole, this works perfectly well, but there are a number of places where words are split oddly (e.g. "beg inning" instead of "beginning"), or specific letters were not translated correctly, leading to spelling errors (e.g. "tor" instead of "for").

[justagirlwithabook · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Oh, my childhood. I remember reading this when I was much younger (and fresh out of the Little House on the Prairie books). I absolutely love this book and have memories of watching the movie (with Winona Ryder) and just falling in love with it all over again. Highly recommend this classic. Such a lovely tale of family, friendship, and strong women.

[arelenriel · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

This is one of the best books I have ever read.I loved it. It remins me of me and my sisters. Yes there are 4 of us.

[ashpoe · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

1.) The story focuses on four loving but very different sisters and what they all go through in their lives while their father is off to war. Jo, Meg, Beth, and Amy are all experiencing different things in life but are still trying to keep the untity in their family. Jo is the tomboy of the family, Meg is the classic beauty, Amy is the hopeless romantic and Beth is the most fragile out of all the sisters. It follows them through their trials and tribulations and of their love interest as well.2.). I read this book at a very young age because I was huge reader, I am still big on reading and love to reread books because to me it's like watching a movie again. As a kid i liked this book because it gave me a glimpse of a story from a different time and place and adult like situations I had never experienced. Due to getting older I appreciated the book so much more now that I understand things more and had my own life experiences and fell in love with the book more. 3.) Classroom. Ideas would be for older students because of the style of the book and they eiykd have more appreciation for the book more. I would have them get into groups to act out a short selection from the book and follow up with a short essay of which sister is their favorite and why. Do you think you have some of the same personality traits? Is she the opposite of you which is what has drawn you to her? And so on...

[kyniska_1 · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

The nostalgia factor for me weighs heavy on this one, but I can't help it. I read this book so often growing up, loving it each time, that it has become a comfort book. Whether by Alcott's skill or my youth when I read it, the Marches are one of my favorite families.

[ecataldi-1 · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

Alcott, Louisa May. Little Women. 16 CDs. 19.25 hrs. Dreamscape Media LLC. 2014. ISBN 9781633793828. One of the most beloved American classics of all time is beautifully and eloquently brought to life in this lively recording filled with passion and spirit. Four sisters in nineteenth century New England grow from little girls to respectable young women. Each sister carries unique hopes for their futures, but Meg, Jo, Beth, and Amy learn that life often has other plans in store for them. Their coming of age stories are filled with hilarity, humility, friendship, heartbreak, and duty. Characters come alive with their own unique voices and mannerisms, flawlessly narrated the by talented voice actress, Susie Berneis. A classic that has easily stood the test of time and is once again brought to life. A must for young women and fans of American literature. - Erin Cataldi, Johnson Co. Public Library, Franklin, IN

[bookwyrmm_1 · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

I have never read Little Women until now, but last year I did read a graphic novel version. The book was much longer and I think the graphic novel flowed better as a lot of the story was streamlined. Many of the chapters in the book seemed to almost stand on their own with a loose story holding them together. Overall, Little Women read like a morality tale, but it was cute.

[vinculus · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

I've seen a couple of movie versions but never actually read the book, so here we go...

[katied1_1 · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

This is a great classic book about a poor family with four girls. The girls must learn certain lessons to become succesful young ladies. The book holds countless timeless morals which are easy to take into your own life.

[nataliec7 · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

Third time lucky! This was the third attempt at reading this book and I finally read it and enjoyed it. It took time for me to persevere through it and really engage with the sisters and their family. I can understand how this is a must read book and it was a nice read. I think I'm probably not its real target audience and its one of those books, I read due to it being a classic.All in all, it was nice enough and I'm glad I read it!

[4sarad_1 · Rating: 2 out of 5 stars]

This book isn't written poorly, and the stories aren't bad, but I still find it really annoying and hard to read. The characters are just very unbelievable. You can tell it's a children's story because all the girls always burst out in unison "Yes Mother!!" and things like that. They're just way too goody-goody to be interesting.

[maowangvater · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

The March sisters grow from children to young adults in genteel poverty next to their wealthy next door neighbors. The setting is Massachusetts during the Civil War. The distinctive character of the four sisters, their parents, and the domestic setting are drawn largely from the author’s own life. Little Women has been a popular and critical success since its publication in 1868-1869.

[heatherlinc · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

I loved this classic as a teenager and read it many times. Forty years later, I found "Little Women" just as gentle and as charming as the first time I read it as the reader follows the lives of the March girls in a by-gone era.

[librarianryan · Rating: 2 out of 5 stars]

OMG this book is SOOOOOOO boring. I can not believe that this is still a classic and how many times the movie has been remade. UGHHHHHH. I liked the Wynona Rider version of the movie. I thought Christian Bale Lurie was perfect. But the book, I thought it was never going to end. I didn’t like Amy. I thought she was a brat in the movie and I still think the same thing according to this book. In the book I actually liked her ending up with Lurie. It felt fitting and a good match. And could see why her aunt wanted her to accompany her around the world.Beth lasted longer in the book than in the movie. In the movie she dies of scarlet fever, but lasts years longer in the book. I did think the way she was described was interesting. In modern society, she would have a ton of initialed diagnoses after her name. High anxiety, etc.There was so much more depth to the oldest march sister Meg. I don’t remember if it was in the movie that she had twins, or the deals she had with her husband upon marrying. I actually liked her much more in the book than I ever did in the movie. She has more depth.As for Joe. Joe is the reason we have a book. But I wonder if this story was modernized if she wouldn’t be a “they” or “questioning” her gender and roles in society. But that comes from a modern mind reading a classic book. And I don’t make this point because of all the times they say “queer” used as it’s original definiation as odd or unusual. But it's when she is described as not being womanly, or not caring for the roles of women. Overall I may not have enjoyed this book, but I did find it interesting. I know why I tried to read this book many times but never made it that far. And parts of me see why others like it, and why people use it for character studies. But for me, this will never be a book I recommend, but it will be a book I argue and debate.+21 #TBRread#BBRC #OriginalFreezerBook#booked2019 #publicdomain

[atomicpunk_1 · Rating: 1 out of 5 stars]

A few months ago when I was in the mall and had to wait for some people there, I saw Little Women in the bookstore and decided to buy it to start reading it while I was waiting for them. I remembered reading it when I was a child, but I remembered absolutely nothing about it. The fact that I couldn't remember it should have told me something.As I started reading it, the characters struck me as very one-dimensional. But I kept reading, waiting for the plot to get going to see if that would be interesting. Most of the book seemed focused on the girls' quest to be the best Christian women they could be, but they never faced any significant moral dilemmas or any conflicts that really seemed to challenge them.Finally, toward the end of what was originally published as the first volume of the book, a little bit of a plot centered on Meg's romance caught my attention, but by that point it wasn't enough to keep me reading much farther. I very rarely find myself so disinterested in a book that I quit reading it, but after 249 pages of Little Women, I finally just could not bring myself to pick it up again.

[callie1983 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

One of my absolute fav classics... love this book

[sarahzilkastarke · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Still one of my favorite books.

[pickwick817 · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

I enjoyed the book. The Jo character seems to be held up as the model daughter. It makes me think Alcott put some of herself into Jo.

[nicolehc_1 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

It's impossible to pinpoint the year I first read this. Probably the year I learned to read in sentences. Classic, indeed. A book I'd recommend to all little girls.

[michael1990_1 · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

I think this novel is very interesting and real to react some situations in our daily life in some cases.This story is about Meg, Jo, Beth and Amy March in New England to live with their mother and their father in the war between the United States has been hit. Once they have been well to do family, but their case, reversing. Although the March family's wealth does not have the money, their love and family wealth. Meg and Joe have a job, Beth and Amy go to school at home, Marmee.Jo is the sister of adventure, like a boy as a person. She did not always like her as his wife's sisters will take action. Jo is to help the lonely boy next door, Theodore Lawrence. Soon, Laurie is involved in many girls' adventure. As the five grow up, they enjoy many activities, growth, and strengthen their imagination.Over time Mr. March returns home girls grow. They are from girlhood to womanhood, of love, and with the participation in the activities of the enterprise. Beth, all of the family favorite, with life-threatening diseases. Although she recovered, she never recovered her full strength. Jo's temper would not trouble her more than once. Meg, then Amy, who met the love of their lives. Beth continues to comfort the family in March. Laurie falls in love with Jo was rejected - she knew they were brothers / siser relationship, not a good husband and wife. Over time, a wise grandfather, and the right woman, Laurie recovery from Joe, and found a new love. Joe continues to write, trying to make a small amount of money, her story. She was sure she was never married, but even Jo found the people to change his mind. I think this is a very interesting story for teenagers.

[othemts · Rating: 4 out of 5 stars]

I want to see Greta Gerwig's new adaptation of Little Women, but despite living most of my life in New England, and the past 22 years in Massachusetts, I've failed to read this book. So I'm filling in that gap in my cultural experience. As is often the case with classic novels, I find it hard to write a review that says anything that hasn't been said before.  But I did enjoy this book, which could be old-fashioned at times, but startlingly progressive for its era and still relevant in many ways. The novel is the coming of age story for the March sisters - Meg, Jo, Beth and Amy - living in a fictionalized version of Concord, Massachusetts in the 1860s.  When the story begins, their father is away from home, serving as a pastor in the Civil War, and even when he returns he is a benevolent background characters.  As the title clearly states, this is a women's story, which only seems fair since many novels set in time of war exclude women entirely.  The only prominent male character throughout the novel is the boy next door, Laurie, who becomes a close friend of the March sisters.Meg is the oldest, who takes a lot of responsibility for raising her younger sisters and maintaining the household. She's married in the second part of the book and has some very relatable problems dealing with toddlers who don't want to go to bed. Jo is the second daughter, who struggles with the limitations placed on girls and women of the time, and expectations to marry.  She loves literature and drama, and becomes a writer over the course of the novel.  Not surprisingly, she is the character who is most similar to Alcott herself.  Beth is sweet and shy, and something of the family's conscience.  She has a very close relationship with Jo.  Beth contracts scarlet fever early in the novel and remains very sickly.  The youngest, Amy, is vain and materialistic as the story begins, but matures considerable over the course of the novel.  She becomes a talented artist.I shan't summarize further, but should you be like me and not have read it yet, I suggest you give it a try.  

[mbmackay · Rating: 2 out of 5 stars]

Impossibly saccharine-sweet do-gooding nonsense. 150 years old - but SO much an ancestor of the worst of current American pap.Read in Samoa May 2003

[magst_2 · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

This is one of my all time favorite books!!!!