This. I can't think of a single nice thing Amy did for Jo in the course of the novel. She didn't deserve forgiveness. If she had any decency, she would have stayed with that British guy who was macking on her to relieve her sisters of the constant need to pretend they don't hate her.

Sorry, I forgot the best way to display my intelligence was to type LOL at the end of every comment. I'll be sure to do so in the future. LOL

Well, that answers my question.

"Should," dearest, not "will."

WHO TOLD YOU?

My professor was convinced that the German father figure was totally cramping her style— that she was writing great, popular fiction (more popular than his work) and he had to tell her what to write because her subject matter was about as feminine as her nom de plume.

"20 Reasons Why Jo March Is The Best" and a GIFsplosion.

This comment made my day. You, sir, are a national treasure. The world should take turns stroking your nose in awe.

She burned Jo's life work! Amy can just fuck off.

At least it isn't Buzzfeed.

I've never seen any other adaptations, but I loved the fuck out of this one . . . though I, like every other red-blooded mostly-straight lady, despised Amy and shipped the fuck out of Jo and Laurie.

Oh, I saw Scissorhands. Edited to include it.

Skullfucking?

Ugh, could you just write the screenplay? I'm sure this is a much better plot than whatever he has planned.

Also, not rapey enough.

I haven't seen all of them, but from what I've seen:

I loved the cartoon— I mean, puns and supernatural stuff? Priceless combination. Beyond that, cartoon-Beetlejuice had a purely platonic relationship with Lydia, whereas movie-Beetlejuice wanted to snare her in marriage. He was like a grody-looking Hades, which . . . in retrospect, it's a pretty intriguing twist on all…

It's okay; we all have our preferences.

I always forget that he was Johnny Bluejeans, l probably because I don't spend nearly enough time thinking about Viva Variety.

I went to a book signing for it! He said that he wanted to write about the people he hugged every day, and that's probably the best summary of the book he could have given. It's pretty damn moving for something written by one of the snarkiest guys in entertainment.