Name the two most popular citation styles.

QUESTION POSTED AT 02/06/2020 - 01:42 AM

Answered by admin AT 02/06/2020 - 01:42 AM

MLA and APA

The Modern Language Association (MLA) style is the leading style of documentation for literary research, as well as academic papers in the humanities field. It follows a specific set of rules for formatting manuscripts, and is considered, along with the APA style, a standardized reference format in college.
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QUESTION POSTED AT 01/06/2020 - 03:31 PM

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QUESTION POSTED AT 01/06/2020 - 02:13 PM

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