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“When I think of it, the picture always rises in my mind, of a summer evening, the boys at play in the churchyard, and I sitting on my bed, reading as if for life.”

Quote by Charles Dickens

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David Copperfield

David Copperfield is a semi-autobiographical novel by Charles Dickens, published in 1850. The story is narrated by the protagonist, David Copperfield, who recounts his life experiences, including his abusive stepfather, his time at school, his first love, and his career as a writer. The novel is renowned for its vivid portrayal of Victorian society and its exploration of themes such as resilience, love, and the struggle for social mobility. more

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Charles Dickens
Charles Dickens

Charles Dickens, a British writer born on February 7, 1812, and died on June 9, 1870, is one of the greatest novelists of the 19th century. Known for his profound social criticism and vivid narrative style, Dickens' works extensively cover social reality, revealing various issues in the British society of the time. more

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