Something about this book is false and awkward. I know March is sort of supposed to be misguided and obnoxious, and we get a nice breath of fresh air when for about a minute Marmee is like "Who is this bag I have married?" but then she caves anyway, so what's the point. I honestly didn't even feel like the writing was any good, either. I wanted to love this, but in the end it seemed like a very, very poor man's Wide Sargasso Sea. Savvy?