Novel & Cerita Book Review For Pride And Prejudice

I paused to take a deep breath before entering the room, I truly hoped no one would be there because I didn't want to have to answer any questions. I pushed the doors open and entered. It was quiet and a bit dark, save for the small shadow of sunlight that peeped though the small window. It was extremely cold in here and I loved it. I sniffed the last bits of my tears away and proceeded to look for a book to read from the shelves. I hadn't gotten far when I saw the pride and prejudice book. I smiled, picking it up from where it rested on the shelf. I had read this book more than 5 times but I would never get tired of reading it all over again. I opened the first page with a grin.

I mentally made a note of it. I kept studying for awhile trying to keep my thoughts at bay and once I was done with it, it was only 7 am. I still had time to kill and he was sleeping soundly. I didn’t want to wake him up so I decided to take a look at the house and went through the rooms from the left of his bedroom. I found his study room, a gym, and two guest bedrooms. This place was so fucking huge and I loved the style of it. I looked neat and clean. As I was admiring the house, I came across a huge room and entered. My jaw dropped to the floor looking at the bookshelf in front of me. My eyes gleamed with joy and I went to scan the room. It looked cozy and I could see myself curled up in

She reached over the stacks with a scraggy hand and picked up a plain-covered book, handing it to Adea. Adea flipped it over to look at the spine, which showed the title, Pride and Prejudice. “Oh, no thank you,” Adea said with a kind smile as she handed the book back. “I don’t do much reading. My sister on the other hand-” She made a gesture toward Lyda, who was still flipping through the pages of one of the thickest books Adea had ever seen. “Ah!” the old woman exclaimed. “Fascinated by religious texts, my dear?”

Wooden crates repurposed as shelves lined one of the shorter walls, packed with books of all shapes and sizes, and Ashlyn couldn't help the gasp that passed her lips when she saw the worn copy of Pride and Prejudice that poked out from the center. She took the book in her hand and turned a bright smile on Derek. She pointed to him, then to the book, she clutched against her chest. She didn't know he was a reader — a fan of Mr. Darcy, no less. Derek's sun-kissed cheeks took on a red undertone when he nodded. Ashlyn's heart stuttered, her admiration for this man growing.

"I believe it has its own value. I've always had a passion for reading and writing." Grandma Ellie jumps in, eyes sparkling. "Oh, how wonderful! I love literature. Do you have a favorite author, dear?" I smile sincerely upon her excitement. "I'm quite fond of Jane Austen. Her insights into society and character are timeless." "Ah, a classic choice," Harold puts in, nodding appraisingly. "Pride and Prejudice is a masterpiece." Rebecca leans back in her chair, swirling her wine glass reflectively. "Personally, I find those stories a bit dull. All that talk of manners and marriage prospects. Don't you think, Pamela?"

I still didn't know where to put my arms and I held them locked against my body for a long while, until they started to get stiff. About half an hour into our journey, I grabbed my book that I put under my jacket earlier and opened the first page. I had seen the movie Pride and Prejudice countless times and the familiar names put a smile to my face. This was the first time I read the book, so I shut the world around me out and started my mental journey.

I was reading Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte, not the first time with this masterpiece, but my admiration never fades away. Jane undeniably is one of the most amazing characters I have encountered in a book. Her perseverance in the face of adversity, her strong personality and wisdom always leaves me awe. There was something about her that I felt deeply connected with, a major reason I always turn back to this book when my life tides seem to get violent.

She slapped my arm. Laughing, I dodged her attacks and scooted closer to the bus window. “Enlighten me about this great Pride and Prejudice favorite of yours then.” “Don’t you underestimate my preference. It’s a Jane Austen Classic.” She boasted proudly. “Yeah? And then?” She sighed while my grin grew wider. I found it amusing that she’s getting all so fed up by defending her favorite novel. The more I looked unconvinced, she grew more frustrated.

“Did you tell Lydia about it?” “She saw the whole meeting between the two of them,” I told her. “I think she thinks the same thing about Mr. Darcy that I do.” Jane frowned. "I don't know. I'll ask Charles about it. Every story has two sides, and I want to make sure we know them both. It's only fair." “It doesn't really matter,” I told her, slipping on my shoes. They matched my sexy little black dress perfectly. “We already know he's an entitled, elitist ass.”

Two minutes later he entered to the library looking everywhere, when he spotted her he came closer. "Hey. " He said moving a chair backwards and sitting down while placing his backpack on the desk. "Hi. " "I hope you don't mind but i got ahead in the assignment. " He said placing a copy of the book "Pride And Prejudice" by Jane Austen on the desk. Its cover had a girl with brown short curly hair and wearing a pink long dress that resembled a night gown, and a bonnet in her head seated on a chair looking somewhere else. She was resting her chin on her left index finger while on her right hand she was holding what it seemed a piece of paper. The cover was attractive to Amy, who always wanted t