Louisa May Alcott - Alcott, Louisa May; Cheney, Ednah D
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This early work is a collection of Louisa May Alcott¿s letters, journals, and notes. Published a year after Alcott's death this is a truly unparalleled collection of her personal correspondence and a fascinating insight into the character and thoughts of this much loved author. Louisa May Alcott (1832¿1888) was an American author best known for her ¿Little Women¿ trilogy. An interesting and uniquely insightful look into the life and mind of this esteemed author, ¿Louisa May Alcott : Her Life, Letters, And Journals¿ will appeal to those who have read and enjoyed any of Alott's works. Many…mehr

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This early work is a collection of Louisa May Alcott¿s letters, journals, and notes. Published a year after Alcott's death this is a truly unparalleled collection of her personal correspondence and a fascinating insight into the character and thoughts of this much loved author. Louisa May Alcott (1832¿1888) was an American author best known for her ¿Little Women¿ trilogy. An interesting and uniquely insightful look into the life and mind of this esteemed author, ¿Louisa May Alcott : Her Life, Letters, And Journals¿ will appeal to those who have read and enjoyed any of Alott's works. Many classic books such as this are becoming increasingly rare and expensive. It is with this in mind that we are republishing this volume now in an affordable, modern, high-quality edition complete with a specially commissioned new biography of the author.
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Moods By Louisa May AlcottMoods, Louisa May Alcott's first novel was published in 1864, four years before the best-selling Little Women. The novel unconventionally presents a "little woman," a true-hearted abolitionist spinster, and a fallen Cuban beauty, their lives intersecting in Alcott's first major depiction of the "woman problem."The room fronted the west, but a black cloud, barred with red, robbed the hour of twilight's tranquil charm. Shadows haunted it, lurking in corners like spies set there to watch the man who stood among them mute and motionless as if himself a shadow. His eye turned often to the window with a glance both vigilant and eager, yet saw nothing but a tropical luxuriance of foliage scarcely stirred by the sultry air heavy with odors that seemed to oppress not refresh. He listened with the same intentness, yet heard only the clamor of voices, the tramp of feet, the chime of bells, the varied turmoil of a city when night is defrauded of its peace by being turned to day. He watched and waited for something presently it came. A viewless visitant, welcomed by longing soul and body as the man, with extended arms and parted lips received the voiceless greeting of the breeze that came winging its way across the broad Atlantic, full of healthful cheer for a home-sick heart. Far out he leaned held back the thick-leaved boughs already rustling with a grateful stir, chid the shrill bird beating its flame-colored breast against its prison bars, and drank deep draughts of the blessed wind that seemed to cool the fever of his blood and give him back the vigor he had lost. A sudden light shone out behind him filling the room with a glow that left no shadow in it. But he did not see the change, nor hear the step that broke the hush, nor turn to meet the woman who stood waiting for a lover's welcome. An indefinable air of sumptuous life surrounded her, and made the brilliant room a fitting frame for the figure standing there with warm-hued muslins blowing in the wind. A figure full of the affluent beauty of womanhood in its prime, bearing unmistakable marks of the polished pupil of the world in the grace that flowed through every motion, the art which taught each feature to play its part with the ease of second nature and made dress the foil to loveliness.