Little Women (Puffin Classics) Paperback – March 27, 2008 by Louisa May Alcott

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Author: Alcott Louisa May

Brand: Puffin Books

Color: Silver

Features:

• Puffin

Package Dimensions: 40x176x481

Number Of Pages: 816

Release Date: 27-03-2008

Details: Product Description Come laugh and cry with the March family in this beloved classic.Meg – the sweet-tempered one. Jo – the smart one. Beth – the shy one. Amy – the sassy one. Together they’re the March sisters. Their father is away at war and times are difficult, but the bond between the sisters is strong. Through sisterly squabbles, happy times and sad, their four lives follow different paths, and that discover the growing up is sometimes very hard to do. . . This edition includes an introduction by Louise Rennison, and a behind-the-scenes journey, including an author profile, a guide to who’s who, activities and more. Review “The American female myth.”—Madelon Bedell About the Author Louisa May Alcott (1832-1888) grew up in Concord, Massachusetts, and began her writing career at an early age, with short stories for newspapers and magazines. What began as a series of stories in the 1860s became the classic American children’s novel we know today as Little Women. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Playing Pilgrims”Christmas won’t be Christmas without any presents,”grumbled Jo, lying on the rug.”It’s so dreadful to be poor!”sighed Meg, looking down at her old dress.”I don’t think it’s fair for some girls to have lots of pretty things, and other girls nothing at all,” added little Amy, with an injured sniff.”We’ve got father and mother, and each other, anyhow,”said Beth, contentedly, from her corner.The four young faces on which the firelight shone brightened at the cheerful words, but darkened again as Jo said sadly?”We haven’t got father, and shall not have him for a long time.” She didn’t say “perhaps never,”but each silently added it, thinking of father far away, where the fighting was.Nobody spoke for a minute; then Meg said in an altered tone, “You know the reason mother proposed not having any presents this Christmas, was because it’s going to be a hard winter for every one; and she thinks we ought not to spend money for pleasure, when our men are suffering so in the army. We can’t do much, but we can make our little sacrifices, and ought to do it gladly. But I am afraid I don’t;”and Megshook her head, as she thought regretfully of all the pretty things she wanted.”But I don’t think the little we should spend would do any good. We’ve each got a dollar, and the army wouldn’t be much helped by our giving that. I agree not to expect anything from mother or you, but I do want to buy Undine and Sintram for myself; I’ve wanted it so long,’said Jo, who was a bookworm.”I planned to spend mine in new music,”said Beth, with a little sigh, which no one heard but the hearth-brush and kettle-holder.”I shall get a nice box of Faber’s drawing pencils; I really need them,” said Amy, decidedly.”Mother didn’t say anything about our money, and she won’t wish us to give up everything. Let’s each buy what we want, and have a little fun; I’m sure we grub hard enough to earn it,”cried Jo, examining the heels of herboots in a gentlemanly manner.”I know I do, teaching those dreadful children nearly all day, when I’m longing to enjoy myself at home,” began Meg, in the complaining tone again.”You don’t have half such a hard time as I do,” said Jo. “How would you like to be shut up for hours with a nervous, fussy old lady, who keeps you trotting, is never satisfied, and worries you till you”e ready to fly out of the window or box her ears?””It’s naughty to fret, but I do think washing dishes and keeping things tidy is the worst work in the world. It makes me cross; and my hands get so stiff, I can’t practise good a bit.” And Beth looked at her rough hands with a sigh that any one could hear that time.”I don’t believe any of you suffer as I do,” cried Amy; “for you don’t have to go to school with impertinent girls, who plague you if you don’t know your lessons, and laugh at your dresses, and label your father if he isn’t rich, and insult you when your nose isn’t nice.””If you mean libel I’d s