Still love Beth, like in the movie. Still can't help but shed many tears for her. And really love Jo, who's always honest and true in contrast with Amy, a spoiled baby. Yet life seems to favor Amy much more than Jo. What a pity！
What Mrs March said basically is this, a woman's personality defectives have to count on a man and even children to overcome, which I hate dreadfully.
Beth is my conscience, said Jo. And I've always remembered that.
Meg's marriage again revealed the universal truth that an old aunt's interference is a indispensable guarantee for a happy bond.
No matter what, I sincerely believe Jo should have married Laurie, in which case, they would have made a rather special and happy couple, better than they are with others. And because of this, I could hardly like Mrs March.
Not interested in the little love game between Amy and Laurie, kind of out of character and boring. Not even as half instructive as Mrs March's homily to Meg's miserable new Mammy life.
Later when I read how Amy admired and worshiped Laurie, I came to realize, at least at one point, why Jo couldn't be with Laurie. Beacuse Jo is so much more mature and she wouldn't be a little woman but an equal spirit and intellectual standing by Laurie. Therefore, she needs a much elder one, and behold, here comes the Professor. That's the truth behind the sad fact that most women have to marry older ones, allowing men to fully develop.
To Jo, Laurie is always her ridiculous but wonderful Teddy boy.
At last, Beth died, Laurie married, and Jo was also taken. The end.