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“Mrs. Jo did not mean the measles, but that more serious malady called love, which is apt to ravage communities, spring and autumn, when winter gayety and summer idleness produce whole bouquets of engagements, and set young people to pairing off like the birds.”

Quote by Louisa May Alcott

Book:The 'Little Women' Trilogy (Illustrated)
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The 'Little Women' Trilogy (Illustrated)

This illustrated edition of 'The 'Little Women' Trilogy' brings to life the beloved tales of the March sisters, Jo, Meg, Beth, and Amy. Set in the rural landscape of the American Midwest during the late 19th century, the novels explore themes of family, love, and the pursuit of dreams. The detailed illustrations enhance the reader's experience, offering visual interpretations of the characters and settings that bring the stories to life. more

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Louisa May Alcott
Louisa May Alcott

American novelist, famous for works such as 'Little Women'. Born on November 29, 1832, and died on March 6, 1888. more

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