In the Library
Little Women
Louisa May Alcott, 1868
- Form
- Form Novel
- Difficulty
- Difficulty Accessible
- Reading time
- Reading time 13 hours
- Chapters
- Chapters 47
- Length
- Length 186k words
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Christmas won't be Christmas without any presents.
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About the book
"Christmas won't be Christmas without any presents," Jo March grumbles from the rug, and with that single complaint Louisa May Alcott opens a house that turns near-poverty into abundance. Four sisters: Meg longing for parties she can't afford, Beth happiest at the old piano, Amy dreaming of elegance, and Jo, inkstained and restless, wanting nothing so much as a pen in her hand and a life nobody has cut a pattern for yet. Alcott knows exactly how a family works from the inside: the burned manuscript, a sister pulled dripping from the ice, the small daily furies Marmee confesses to feeling and never showing. And she knows the larger reckonings too, the ones a girl doesn't see coming until the sickroom door has already closed softly behind her. When Jo turns down the boy next door, it isn't because she doesn't love him. It's because she wants a life she has to invent herself. Few books have loved their characters this patiently, or trusted them to grow up this slowly, this honestly.