Little Women.
I have been running on the elliptical and watching Little Women. The 1994 version with Wynona.
I was nine when it came out. I bought it on VHS and watched it over and over. I loved Jo. (strong female lead! Ha!) “Well, of course Aunt March prefers Amy over me. Why shouldn’t she? I’m ugly and awkward and I always say the wrong things. I fly around throwing away perfectly good marriage proposals. I love our home, but I’m just so fitful and I can’t stand being here! I’m sorry, I’m sorry Marmee. There’s just something really wrong with me. I want to change, but I – I can’t. And I just know I’ll never fit in anywhere.”
Can you believe that I have never read the book? I know I can’t. After I am finished reading Stephen Kings Skeleton Crew and Patricia Cornwells Portrait of a Killer: Jack the Ripper I should go snag a copy.
Vintage Christian Bale from this movie. Even at nine I loved Christian Bale.
I always despised Laurie for macking on Amy. How despicable.
