Littlest Women

WARNING: This post contains spoilers for the beloved 19th century classic novel “Little Women” by Louisa May Alcott.

Anytime I read novels with a lot of sisters, I immediately try to pair each fictional sister with one of my flesh-and-blood sisters, in order of birth. I don’t know why, my brain just does it automatically. It always falls apart pretty quickly.

Ashley is reading "Little Women"

"Hey! We're just like the sisters in this book!"

"Nicki is Meg, the oldest. Polite and maternal, sweet and even-tempered. She discovers that happiness doesn't depend on her social ranking."

"Charlotte is Amy, the baby, who is particularly vain about the shape of her nose. She grows up to marry the rich and dashing Laurie, who is a boy with a girly name."

And obviously, I'm Jo, the plucky writer, the tom-boyish heroine, the jolly secondborn."

"Who is my counterpart?"

"Oh, um... yeah, Beth..."

"Beth really likes kittens and dolls..."

Chrissy raises one eyebrow.

"...and then she dies."

"WHAT?! My character dies?! First she's lame and then she DIES?? This is so unfair. I always get the short end of the stick! Ugh!"

"Which sister am I?"