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A review by heatherawatson
Little Women by Louisa May Alcott
This book killed my guinea pig (Bob) in 7th grade.
Maybe it wasn't the book so much as the chemically treated lawn of the corporate field I sat and read it in, but I guess that's what you get for growing up in NJ. Still, I've never forgiven the book despite my (no-longer-so) secret love of Victorian coming of age stories.
Maybe it wasn't the book so much as the chemically treated lawn of the corporate field I sat and read it in, but I guess that's what you get for growing up in NJ. Still, I've never forgiven the book despite my (no-longer-so) secret love of Victorian coming of age stories.