Not quite as good as Good Wives, there was a little too much filler that seemed unnecessary. All I really wanted was updates about Dan and Nan, but for some reason, Alcott felt the need to update the reader on everyone else as well.
I am relieved that Jo finally got back to writing and found her ambition – it made me sad that she seemed to have given it up so suddenly at the end of Good Wives. I liked her desire to avoid fans and the awkward situations she found herself in – I wish there had been more of this. Famous Jo hiding from the public is an excellent mental image.
There was a little too much meddling and religion for my taste – not every chapter needs a moral, and not every relationship needs to be approved by a March sister – but as this is the fourth instalment, I can’t say I wasn’t forewarned. Because of this, I ended up skimming more than I have previously, but I just reached my limit with the preaching.
I enjoyed this read, but I have to admit I’m glad to be finished the series. Due to the nature of the stories, they’re more intersecting anecdotes than overarching narratives. As a result, it starts to feel like you’re plodding through rather than actually moving in a specific direction.
I’m glad to have caught up on each of Jo’s boys, and it’s nice that things are rounded out so well in the end. I may have reached my limit on classics for the year, though.