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Explore Charles Dickens on your couch

Willing to join #Dickens2012 from your home, on your comfortable couch just using one of your gadgets?

OK, then explore Dickens without even going to the library; just take a tour around The British Library and find out the most curious facts you could ever imagine about this fantastic British writer who is celebrating his 200th birthday on 7 February 2012.

 This is the handwritten draft of Nicholas Nickleby, penned by Charles Dickens around 1938. Go into the library and Learn more.


But you might be more interested in action! Would you like to know what is on in the British Library so as to celebrate this outstanding writer? Find out all about ongoing events.


The Library is also a place to enjoy visual media, such as photos or caricatures, and where you can find Dickensian videos as well.

Ooops!, But of course, you just want to read, at home, in your office, at school, wherever ... Yes, that's one of the aims of visiting a library, I know, I know.

Just surf the library catalogue, make your order, read, enjoy and return the book when you are done.




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