The book that never ends…
The Kindle can be so deceiving. Every little book cover icon in my Kindle library is the exact same size. So unless I pay close attention I don’t know whether I’m starting a 200 page book or a 400 page book. Or in the case of Little Women, a whopping 647 page book. Had I noticed the length at the beginning I likely would not have even attempted it. But I did attempt it. In fact, I read the whole thing.
Actually that’s a lie.
There were several passages I skimmed because 1) they bored me and 2) they didn’t seem to have a lot to do with the story line. Little Women is an okay book, but I have read MUCH better classics. I could hardly put down Pride and Prejudice and Jane Eyre, but I kind of trudged through Little Women.
I liked the general story, but it wasn’t very focused.
I also liked most of the characters, but I felt like I never got to know them really well. And 647 pages should be long enough to get to know the characters intimately. I kind of felt like an outsider watching the sequences of the book take place, while in Pride and Prejudice and Jane Eyre I was right there in the room with them.
A lot of stuff happened in the book, but I was never anxious with anticipation about what would happen next. There was not enough suspenseful build-up of any of the story lines within the book.
Am I glad I read it? Yes. Would I recommend it? Not necessarily.
Anyone out there seen the 1994 movie? Is it worth 115 minutes of my time? I have a feeling this may be one instance in which the movie is better than the book.