Beth March, short for Elizabeth, was never really a book character. Always quiet and shy, never outspoken. Many readers' hearts are dear, but rarely favored over all the sisters of March. However, Julian favored Beth. Julia had the feeling that for most of the book, there was always something spilling over the edge of Beth's tongue. Something she wants to say, but never will. Julia cried when Beth died. She's sure she wasn't the only one crying, but she was truly outraged. Julia has reread the book four times since the first. Still hoping that she would find a time where Beth would speak up, where she would say what she really wanted. Julian never found this part. Julia could relate to Beth. “I wish I could be like Jo,” Julia muttered to herself. Julia thought of the boldest of the March sisters. Despite Julia's wishes, she fell into the Beth category. She would never do or say anything that would compromise her predictable reputation. Not that she cares about her reputation. She just didn't know how to break free from it without doing something regretful. As Julia often did, she skimmed the parts with just Beth in it. The parts have never changed. Beth would repeat the same thing for eternity, and Julia would repeat it. She knew Beth's lines so well now that she could perfectly play her in a film adaptation of Little Women without ever having to glance at the script. Julia closes the book and puts it back on the shelf. The book shelf can hold an estimated quantity of twenty books. This was another part of Julia's reputation. He is a known bookworm. Julia sits up in bed, curling up under her periwinkle comforter. Her bedroom theme is all periwinkle with touches of dark green. The periwinkle... in the middle of a paper... one of those dreams where you learn a great moral lesson, isn't it? » “Only if you want to,” Jo and Meg respond simultaneously. “Are you saying that sometimes I should learn to speak, but other times I should keep quiet?” Julia questions. Joe nods. Meg responds, “Now it’s up to you whether you choose to listen to us or not. » Julia thought for a minute. Finally, she said, “No thanks. Stuff like this only happens in movies and books. "Well, that's up to you," said Meg. Suddenly, Julia hears the sound of a loud buzzing sound. His eyes open. She raises her hand to the snooze button on her alarm clock. Questions cross his mind. How would Beth decode a dream like that? How could Jo decode it? Finally, she asks herself: how could I decode it? Julia stands up and begins to dress. At least for now she can live with her shyness.