(I know I don't usually post about chapters two days in a row, but I had such an overwhelming weekend that I missed doing posts for a bit, so I'm trying to catch up a little.)
What a sobering chapter this is! My goodness, Meg gets herself into some rather sad troubles, doesn't she? It made me think back to my first year as a married woman, and some of the downright absurd disagreements we had as we slowly figured out how this whole marriage thing was going to work.
Also, boom! Out of the blue, they have babies! Twins! Isn't that last page or two kind of odd? Alcott alludes to Meg getting a new experience, "the deepest and tenderest of a woman's life" (p. 255), which I kind of thought meant pregnancy, but the whole 9 months gets dispatched with a comic scene in which they surprise Laurie with the fact that she's had twins. Was that whole section just kind of oddly put together, or is it just me? Oh, isn't giving birth jolly, let's let Laurie name the babies, and tra-la-la, we'll all clown around a while. Hmm.
They were very happy, even after they discovered that they couldn't live on love alone (p. 245).
She put it away, but it haunted her, not delightfully as a new dress should, but dreadfully like the ghost of a folly that was not easily laid (p. 253).
Possible Discussion Questions:
Alcott says that "Meg didn't like to be pitied and made to feel poor" (p. 252). How is being made to feel poor (or ugly, or boring, or untalented, or any other undesirable thing) worse than the simple fact of being it?