Little Women Book Review Novels & Stories

“I don’t know. You keep everything in such good condition. I’m almost afraid to touch anything in this room.” “I know you’ll be careful with my things.” She nodded and pulled the book off the shelf. “I didn’t know you liked Jane Austen.” “Why not?” She shrugged. “She’s a woman author.” “I’m broad minded enough to think women have a lot to offer society. I enjoy her work.” “This is one of my favorite books. Sense and Sensibility. The story of two sisters who represent two opposing forces: logic and emotion.” He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. He seemed to be considering her analysis of the book. “I didn’t think anyone else in Virginia understood that.”

Mary Lin said with a sparkle in her eyes. “Here, young lady. You can take it and read it tonight but remember to return it to me.” Pushing the book in front of Quinlynn’s face, Mary Lin said, “Young lady, I wish you good luck! After reading this book, I feel you can be a great domineering CEO and capture your little lamb!” Quinlynn was overwhelmed by Mary’s enthusiastic behaviour. She could only spill out one word, “O-okay…”

His hand went lower, cupping my ass and earning a soft gasp from me. “Let’s go to the restaurant,” I said, pulling away and hurrying out of the room, ignoring the pulse between my thighs. --- When Michael said he was taking me to the best restaurant here, I expected something extravagant. He had a knack for showing his wealth. I didn’t expect a cozy, small restaurant that was half empty, with a small woman who had kind eyes. “Mikey!” Her voice rang out. A genuine, soft smile appeared on his face as he bent down to hug her. She was so small compared to him that the hug looked awkward, but she had the brightest smile.

We laid out the mat and opened the basket. But before I could unpack anything, Cole took something out of his bag. “I got something for you.” At first, I didn’t understand what it was—but when I saw the cover, my breath caught in my throat. “Is that—?” I gasped. He handed it to me. ‘Little Women’ by Louisa May Alcott. Not just any copy. A first edition. My chest tightened. “How did you...?” “You mentioned once how much you wanted it during our previous visit to the zoo,” he said. “So I made a few calls, pulled some strings last night… and had it delivered this morning.”

I smiled, “Of course. Help yourself.” She looked at the large selection and asked, “I would love to read, Little Women. Is that okay?” I smiled, “Of course. That one is a classic in the human world. It is really good.” She sat in the corner of the sectional and stretched out on the short end while I sat at my desk and started entering receipts. When Isaac came back with a cardboard carton of food, he had another filled with a variety of cakes and cookies, “They aren’t as good as my mate’s homemade treats, but they are delicious.”

“I was planning on going into town anyway, mainly to buy more books.” “More books?” I chuckled at his earnestness. “I'm pretty sure you could build a library with the number of books in the house. Do you really need more?” “There’s always room for more stories.” He gave a small, almost bashful smile, running a hand through his hair. “What can I say… I like good strong words that mean something.” “Was that from, Little Women?” I asked, recalling a line from the book that sounded similar. “Someone reads,” he remarked, pulling out a copy of ‘Little Women’ from the shelf. “I love that line because I believe when Jo says it, she’s not just talking about writing, but about finding deeper connectio

Kennedy POV. The weather was bad, but I needed to get that new book, it's Robert birthday gift, who'd knew a grown up man would kill for the newest werewolf love book. I got into my car, drove carefully toward the local book store, they had the new book reserved for me. It was supposed to one quick drive, until I walked into the library. A girl was sitting on a bean bag, her blond hair was covering her eyes with overgrown bangs, she tried to huff them away from her face but to no use. She looked young, maybe she's just here with her parents, looking down at the book she had in her hands it was a kids story. Does she read for the local kids? Or is it just for her?

"We'll read through Chapter Five, which will introduce us to most of the major characters in the book, and discuss inital thoughts, feelings and maybe even start a little bracket on how you all think things will go. At the end of the book, the winner wil win some Little Women fandom items." Some of the guys snorted at that, although, looking around the room, I realized the class was at least seventy-five percent girls. Which could be because of the subject matter, and not the handsome teacher at the head of the class. I giggled at the thought, imagining how much I would have swooned over a teacher like John Blan as a young girl. Shoot, he made me swoon now, I couldn't even imagine what it wo

Watching television had not quite worked out for Mercy either time that she had tried it, so she decided to spend her day reading a book. Luna Isabella had recommended something called Little Women to her, which she said was a classic, and so far, Mercy was enjoying it. She’d curled up in the window seat in the bedroom she’d been sleeping in. Outside, fall leaves fluttered from the trees, spreading a blanket of color all over the velvety lawn. Mercy’s eyes kept wandering away from the words, even though she did like the book. Once her eyes strayed from the words, they quickly slipped to August.