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“You've got me, anyhow. I'm not good for much, I know; but I'll stand by you, Jo, all the days of my life; upon my word I will!' and Laurie meant what he said.”

Quote by Louisa May Alcott

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Little Women

Set in the mid-19th century, this enduring tale follows the adventures and challenges of Meg, Jo, Beth, and Amy March, four sisters from a modest New England family. The narrative explores themes of love, loss, and the pursuit of individual dreams amidst the backdrop of a turbulent period in American history. more

Author

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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