I've read an awful lot of things in my lifetime - I'm a big reader, love the classics generally, but for some reason I've never read Little Women. I don't know why, but now I've been obliged to read it for a book group I'm in, and - my god, the preachiness! The saccharine! I usually manage about two chapters before I have to put it aside in disgust.
It's just that each chapter is like a little sermon about proper womanly behaviour. Nobody seems to grow or develop very much overall, but they always learn something over the course of the chapter and vow to mend their unladylike ways by the end. So far, Meg has been slut-shamed for wanting to look nice at a ball, and Jo has had to forgive Amy for burning the book she spent years writing because SHE MIGHT DIE AND THEN YOU'D WISH YOU HADN'T BEEN SO ANGRY! Not to mention all the talk of Marmee having to squash down her unseemly anger when she gets given a particular look by her as-yet unseen husband.
It is awful, isn't it? It is regressive even for the time in which it was written? Does it get any better? I know vaguely what happens by the end because I saw the adaptation on TV last Christmas, so I'm all ready for meek little Beth to stop existing. I only wonder how long it will be before anyone else notices she's no longer there.