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Discover Louisa May Alcott’s classic novel—now featuring gorgeous photos from Greta Gerwig’s big-screen adaptation--in this stunning keepsake reproduction of the book as seen in the film! Readers have been falling for the timeless story of sisters Meg, Jo, Beth, and Amy as they navigate hardship and adventure in post-Civil War Concord, Massachusetts, for more than 150 years. This new keepsake edition of the classic novel is illustrated throughout with gorgeous black-and-white photos from the film adaptation written for the screen and directed by Greta Gerwig, and starring Timothée Chalamet, Chris Cooper, Laura Dern, Louis Garrel, James Norton, Bob Odenkirk, Florence Pugh, Saoirse Ronan, Eliza Scanlen, Meryl Streep, and Emma Watson, perfect for a new generation of fans. It is the ultimate introduction to Lousia May’s Alcott’s classic tale as well as a must-have keepsake for fans of the film.

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Publié par	ABRAMS BOOKS
Date de parution	05 novembre 2019
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781683357599
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	4 Mo

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PUBLISHER S NOTE: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author s imagination or used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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ISBN 978-1-4197-4120-3 eISBN: 978-1-68335-759-9
Motion Picture Artwork: 2019 CTMG. All rights reserved.
Photographs by Wilson Webb
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Photos Edited by Roxy Campos
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PREFACE
Go then, my little Book, and show to all
That entertain and bid thee welcome shall,
What thou dost keep close shut up in thy breast;
And wish what thou dost show them may be blest
To them for good, may make them choose to be
Pilgrims better, by far, than thee or me .
Tell them of Mercy; she is one
Who early hath her pilgrimage begun .
Yea, let young damsels learn of her to prize
The world which is to come, and so be wise;
For little tripping maids may follow God
Along the ways which saintly feet have trod.
-ADAPTED FROM JOHN BUNYAN
CONTENTS
PART 1
ONE Playing Pilgrims
TWO A Merry Christmas
THREE The Laurence Boy
FOUR Burdens
FIVE Being Neighborly
SIX Beth Finds the Palace Beautiful
SEVEN Amy s Valley of Humiliation
EIGHT Jo Meets Apollyon
NINE Meg Goes to Vanity Fair
TEN The P.C. and P.O.
ELEVEN Experiments
TWELVE Camp Laurence
THIRTEEN Castles in the Air
FOURTEEN Secrets
FIFTEEN A Telegram
SIXTEEN Letters
SEVENTEEN Little Faithful
EIGHTEEN Dark Days
NINETEEN Amy s Will
TWENTY Confidential
TWENTY-ONE Laurie Makes Mischief, and Jo Makes Peace
TWENTY-TWO Pleasant Meadows
TWENTY-THREE Aunt March Settles the Question
PART 2
TWENTY-FOUR Gossip
TWENTY-FIVE The First Wedding
TWENTY-SIX Artistic Attempts
TWENTY-SEVEN Literary Lessons
TWENTY-EIGHT Domestic Experiences
TWENTY-NINE Calls
THIRTY Consequences
THIRTY-ONE Our Foreign Correspondent
THIRTY-TWO Tender Troubles
THIRTY-THREE Jo s Journal
THIRTY-FOUR A Friend
THIRTY-FIVE Heartache
THIRTY-SIX Beth s Secret
THIRTY-SEVEN New Impressions
THIRTY-EIGHT On the Shelf
THIRTY-NINE Lazy Laurence
FORTY The Valley of the Shadow
FORTY-ONE Learning to Forget
FORTY-TWO All Alone
FORTY-THREE Surprises
FORTY-FOUR My Lord and Lady
FORTY-FIVE Daisy and Demi
FORTY-SIX Under the Umbrella
FORTY-SEVEN Harvest Time
LITTLE WOMEN
PART 1
ONE
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 plenty 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, 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 is going to be a hard winter for everyone; 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 Meg shook 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 Sintran 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 work hard enough to earn it, cried Jo, examining the heels of her shoes in a gentlemanly manner.
I know I do-teaching those tiresome 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 re ready to fly out the window or cry?
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 practice well at all. 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 say so, and not talk about labels , as if Papa was a pickle bottle, advised Jo, laughing.
I know what I mean, and you needn t be statirical about it. It s proper to use good words, and improve your vocabilary , returned Amy, with dignity.
Don t peck at one another, children. Don t you wish we had the money Papa lost when we were little, Jo? Dear me! How happy and good we d be, if we had no worries! said Meg, who could remember better times.
You said the other day you thought we were a deal happier than the King children, for they were fighting and fretting all the time, in spite of their money.
So I did, Beth. Well, I think we are. For though we do have to work, we make fun of ourselves, and are a pretty jolly set, as Jo would say.
Jo does use such slang words! observed Amy, with a reproving look at the long figure stretched on the rug.
Jo immediately sat up, put her hands in her pockets, and began to whistle.
Don t, Jo. It s so boyish!
That s why I do it.
I detest rude, unladylike girls!
I hate affected, niminy-piminy chits!
Birds in their little nests agree, sang Beth, the peacemaker, with such a funny face that both sharp voices softened to a laugh, and the pecking ended for that time.
Really, girls, you are both to be blamed, said Meg, beginning to lecture in her elder-sisterly fashion. You are old enough to leave off boyish tricks, and to behave better, Josephine. It didn t matter so much when you were a little girl, but now you are so tall, and turn up your hair, you should remember that you are a young lady.
I m not! And if turning up my hair makes me one, I ll wear it in two tails till I m twenty, cried Jo, pulling off her net, and shaking down a chestnut mane. I hate to think I ve got to grow up, and be Miss March, and wear long gowns, and look as prim as a China aster! It s bad enough to be a girl, anyway, when I like boy s games and work and manners! I can t get over my disappointment in not being a boy. And it s worse than ever now, for I m dying to go and fight with Papa. And I can only stay home and knit, like a poky old woman! And Jo shook the blue army sock till the needles rattled like castanets, and her ball bounded across the room.
Poor Jo! It s too bad, but it can t be helped. So you must try to be contented with making your name boyish, and playing brother to us girls, said Beth, stroking the rough head with a hand that all the dishwashing and dusting in the world could not make ungentle in its touch.
As for you, Amy, continued Meg, you are altogether too particular and prim. Your airs are funny now, but you ll grow up an affected little goose, if you don t take care. I like your nice manners and refined ways of speaking, when you don t try to be elegant. But your absurd words are as bad as Jo s slang.
If Jo is a tomboy and Amy a goose, what am I, please? asked Beth, ready to share the lecture.
You re a dear, and nothing else, answered Meg warmly, and no one contradicted her, for the Mouse was the pet of the family.
As young readers like to know how people look, we will take this moment to give them a little sketch of the four sisters, who sat knitting away in the twilight, while the December snow fell quietly without, and the fire crackled cheerfully within. It was a comfortable room, though the carpet was faded and the furniture very plain, for a good picture or two hung on the walls, books filled the recesses, chrysanthemums and Christmas roses bloomed in the windows, and a pleasant atmosphere of home peace pervaded it.
Margaret, the eldest of the four, was sixteen, and very pretty, being plump and fair, with large eyes, plenty of soft brown hair, a sweet mouth, and white hands, of which she was rather vain. Fifteen-year-old Jo was very tall, thin, and brown, and reminded one of a colt, for she never seemed to know