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“Little they cared what anybody thought, for they enjoying the happy hour that seldom comes but once in any life-the magical moment which bestows youth on the old, beauty on the plain, wealth on the poor, and gives human hearts a foretaste of heaven.”

Quote by Louisa May Alcott

Work

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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