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Alas, even Rachel McAdam's reading of this could not revive any sort of nostalgia in this book for me. Anne annoyed me throughout and I am still not over my closeted childhood's disappointment that no one was actually gay. Of course, my adult self understands time and place and why that was never going to happen, but it colored my experience with the book my whole life.
As others have mentioned, it is why Jo March is always going to be my be-all, end-all fictional character from childhood. I can even happily ignore the professor at the end as I know Alcott didn't want him.
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