Before I discovered Gone With the Wind, I was all about Little Women. Again with the big poofy dresses, right?
I reckon it was another inherited taste I have via my mom and grandmother. My grandmother, Gammon, told me how she and her sisters all would pretend to be the March sisters when they were little. Gammon was the youngest, so she was Amy, which kind of disappointed me because I always felt Amy was a bit bratty. Beth was my favorite. Beth liked kittens and played the piano, like me (at the time). My mother had a Beth Madame Alexander doll she played with so much, the doll's painted on eyebrows wore off. I inherited my mom's copy of the book and her Beth doll when I was a little girl, and man, let me tell you, between Gone With the Wind and Little Women fueling my imagination, I played my little heart out with all my various dolls.
As a sort of aside, let me just say I had a crapload of dolls. A crapload! And I played with them all the time. Mostly they were variously heighted and costumed Madame Alexander dolls. Unfortunately, most people associate these dolls with collectors, and especially with the tacky movie and holiday themed little 8" ones that have gotten out of control since Madame Alexander's death. But mine weren't tacky -- they were classic little girl dolls. My mom hated Barbie, and so I was given this bit pricier but MUCH better alternative for playing with. And such drama for the poor dolls, too. Everyone was always sick and dying from either pneumonia or scarlet fever. I was a morbid but very imaginative and happy little girl. Much thanks to all the Civil War dramas for that influence. ; )
Anyway, kudos Louisa May Alcott! Generations of girls have grown up with the March girls, and are better for it.