If my memory serves me right, Little Women by Louisa May Alcott was one of the earlier books I read for fun, outside of my school’s English Literature curriculum. I have seen the 1994 film with giant cast like Sarandon, Ryder and Dunst, and remember loving every bit of it and wanted to know more about the original story. Alcott’s book left me speechless: it’s depressing, funny, overwhelming but with a looming, sense of dread attached to it.
And that’s exactly how I felt after watching Greta Gerwig’s Little Women in 2019. Continue reading “It’s impossible not to think about family, loneliness and death while watching Greta Gerwig’s Little Women (2019)”