
Meet the March sisters: Meg, Jo, Beth and Amy. It's Christmas Eve and they're hanging at home, grumbling about how much their lives suck and trying to decide what to buy with the dollar each their mother has given them. It's the 1860s, so a dollar each is actually quite generous. Especially since the March family has
fallen on hard times. They can't even afford a nicer piano! Oh, and they call their mother Marmee. For reasons that are not quite clear.
Haven't read Little Women before? No problem. This time round, I'm doing character summaries...
Meg: At sixteen, she's the oldest March sister. She's described as being pretty, with white hands that she's rather vain of. This is presented as quite normal. She works as a governess but wishes she was rich and privileged like some of her friends. Think of her as Gossip Girl's Little Jenny Humphrey in a crinoline. Only nicer.
Jo: MC Jo March is fifteen, with a feminist streak and a love of writing. Hint: she's the one you're meant to like best. She's a little like D.J. Schwenk from Dairy Queen - she takes responsibility for her family, she's a tomboy, and during the first book she cuts off all her hair. Oh, and if her best friend falls madly in love with her, she'll be the last to realise it.
Beth: Thirteen years old, Beth is shy and sweet. Her modern day counterpart would probably be Primrose Everdeen from The Hunger Games trilogy - and when it comes to protecting her little sister, I've no doubt Jo would go to the same lengths as Katniss.
Amy: The baby of the March family is twelve when Little Women begins. She's into art and keeping up with the Civil War-era mean girls at school. Picture her as Gossip Girl's Little Jenny Humphrey in a crinoline, and you're pretty much there. Wait, another Jenny Humphrey? Okay, take off a few years, and you're pretty much there. And add a peg on her nose: it's like the cosmetic surgery of the 1860s.
Laurie: Boy-next-door to the March sisters, Theodore Laurence prefers to be known as Laurie because he thinks it's more masculine. Awww. In true boy-next-door fashion, he's destined to fall in love with his best friend. I'm calling Twilight's Jacob for this one.
So, now we've got the characters straight, back to business. As I was saying, it's Christmas Eve. Meg and Jo are bitching about how they hate being poor and having to work, and then suddenly they realise what a bunch of little brats they're being. Because their father is fighting in a war, which kind of puts things into perspective. They decide they'll try to be better, and spend their dollar each on a present for Marmee. Except for Amy, who will spend part of her dollar on a little bottle of Marmee's favourite cologne, and the rest on colouring pencils.
Christmas morning: the sisters wake up all excited to find that Marmee has left them a leather-bound bible each under their pillows. Unfazed by the lack of Tiffany charm bracelets and this year's netbooks, they head downstairs to find that their mother isn't there. Hannah, their servant, tells them that Marmee is visiting a poor German family who came begging.
Yes, you read that right. The supposedly fallen-on-hard-times March family have a live-in servant. Except that she 'had lived with the family since before Meg was born, and was considered by them all more as a friend than a servant'. Right. A friend who washes their dishes and calls them all 'Miss March'.
Somewhere along the way, Amy has gone missing. She comes back before Marmee does, having exchanged her measly old bottle of cologne for a larger one. (This surprises me. The mall opened on Christmas day?) Her sisters proclaim her a 'trump', which is apparently a good thing.
By the time Marmee comes back, the girls are practically salivating over the breakfast spread before them: fried cakes, buckwheats, cream and 'muffings'. I have no idea what some of these things are, but do the girls finally get to eat them? As if. When Mrs March gets back, she asks them a favour: will they give their breakfasts to the Hummels (the poor German family) as a Christmas present?
Now, that's very charitable of you, Marmee. But all your daughters got was a bible each and a dollar they spent on you. Lucky for the Hummels, the March sisters are super-saintly once again. They hand over the buckwheats like regular angels, and then go home to put on a production of a play Jo has written.
Afterwards, Hannah calls them down to finally eat: "Compliments of Mrs March, and would the ladies walk down to supper'. Friendly, isn't she? Apparently their neighbour old Mr Laurence has sent some goodies over, touched by their charitable gesture towards the poor German family.
Feasting on bon bons and the like, the girls discuss Mr Laurence's grandson, who Jo talked to once and wants to make friends with. He needs some fun, she's sure of it. Considering the wild Christmas day the March girls just had, something tells me Laurie Laurence is in for a treat.