I couldn’t really get into the novel “Little Women” for some reason. Maybe it was the writing style, or how the book was brought together. I just don’t know. There were times while reading where I would somewhat enjoy it, but then that feeling would often cease. I feel like I’m being left out though, because so many people say this book is phenomenal and it changed their lives, and that includes the people of today as well, and I’m just not getting that feeling. Every chapter was like a different short story about life as a woman. The only thing that each chapter had in common was that the same characters were in them. Louisa May Alcott seems to have written many little stories and pasted them together into one big book. I’m not trashing the novel at all, I want to make that clear. But I personally didn’t care for it. I can’t even express how depressing that actually makes me feel though. It’s just a shame.