Now, I'm not an expert of anything, but I do have quite a few old titles in my collection. Harriet Tubman's Uncle Tom's Cabin, one of the first Nancy Drew titles, and even an old copy of Little Black Sambo
that my dad found at an antique store years ago. It's not in good shape at all. The pages are falling apart and I have to keep it in a plastic baggie because it might disintegrate before my eyes. (The book, in my opinion, is a little racist, therefore, I don't really care to read it.)
I'm not sure why Little Men was left in my husband's office, especially since it's a medical clinic. But you know what they say, "One man's junk is another man's treasure."
Little Men by Louise M. Alcott