Novel & Cerita Book Review Of Great Expectations

the girl observed, knowing that while everyone had their sports preferences, they shared a great passion for literature. "No way!" The older man doubted. "Young people are interested in the old and good literature still?" "My grandfather has a large library at home, and fortunately, he made my cousin and me read several classic works, and I ended up liking some of them a lot. I've read Great Expectations more than once... and also Oliver Twist. I didn't like Bleak House that much, not to say that I love everything I've read from him, but, on the other hand, probably The Old Curiosity Shop is the book I've read the most times in my life."

He too was dressed comfortably, he was sat up comfily in bed, an open book that most likely had his head buried in it, now sat in his lap, open but not even an after thought as he gazed at me. "Was that you secretly complimenting your choice of clothes?" I asked after the shock of his confession had passed over me. He chuckled but kept his eyes trained on me, it was making my stomach flutter and so I quickly changed the subject. "What book are you reading?" "Ah..." It was almost as if he had forgotten he was even reading until I mentioned it. He lifted it very briefly before plopping it once again back down on his legs. "Great expectations, by Charles Dickens. It's very old, but it's my one

Wednesday. It was finally time to submit my book report on Great Expectations. As I handed in my five-paged report to Ms. Borja, I breathed a sigh of relief. I went through a lot to finish my report, struggling with a roller coaster of emotions and several all too familiar parallelisms along the way, but I overcame everything and came up with a report that I was proud of. Though it was somehow bittersweet that it was over, I knew that I would always remember the life and love lessons from Great Expectations.

He asked, yawning as he closed his and slipped the cap onto the open pen, he leaned back into the chair as I set my phone onto the table. "It was good... a bit boring", I said, trying to cover the real truth. I had never called a book boring in my lifetime, but with him in front of me, everything else became boring to look at or even do. "How was your book?" I asked, and he began telling me how the book was, and I listened intently hoping he kept analyzing his book. He proved my theory right, everyone in The Great Gatsby was somewhat mentally ill, they were no good guys or girls, just people getting by.

Louisa shouted, interrupting the silence in the library with her penetrating voice. Ms Kate threw Louisa a glare from a distance. Sheila smirked before following her friend towards labyrinth of bookshelves. "Did ye find the book?" Sheila whispered, as soon as she stood beside her friend rummaging through the row of books. "I'm still searching," she replied, pulling out a book titled the great expectation by Charles Dickens. "What's the title?" Louisa shoved the book to its stance and pulled out another book, but the title was far from what she expected. She groaned in disappointment. What if someone else took it?

He closed the door behind him and I blew some air from my mouth in a sigh. Dinner time arrived almost within the blink of an eye, and I was dumbstruck at how time quickly flew by. Ana showed me the huge library that collected books of every genre and I was delighted to find Great Expectations by Charles Dickens. I had never read the story before, so I thought to give it a try since I had nothing more to do.

Oprah Winfrey once said, "'Great Expectations', a book written by Charles Dickens in all its beauty and my ignorance of the contents therein, forgot the sweet, sensational and great expectation of going home". It was the great day I had waited on from the first week of this tourist programme, the day to finally go home. The departure day was just like arrival. Students were excited and everywhere was busing with activities. A brief "Vote of Thanks" programme was conducted before we were allowed to go. Also, presentation of prizes to their winners.

He said with a wink. I wanted to say that I was yet to see any real power being given to me yet but instead I smiled politely. I didn't want to awaken the beast inside him. "Thank you" I said awkwardly. "It's no problem," He replied smiling. "So which of Dickens' books is your favorite?" He asked me. "Great Expectations" "Alright, why is that?" "It's much too sad. The way Dickens portrays the characters were well written out and Pip is one character I sympathize with the most. He really went through a lot."

“Thank you, Sir. You won’t regret it.” “That is yet to be seen.” I headed out of the hall and started reading over the papers he had given me. It was a two thousand word essay on the theme of Great Expectations. We hadn’t covered the book in lectures at all. I felt like the whole thing was destined. For him to have picked my favourite book of all time and the inspiration for Pip’s name, it was fate. I tucked the papers into my bag and happily headed for my car. It felt like everything was slotting into place, and I couldn’t wait to get started on the assignment.

The books on the shelf were neatly arranged but the frayed edges and the little tears on the bottom of most of the books gave out that they’d been read a couple times. Adrian didn't particularly strike me as someone who would love to read but I guess you can't always judge a person by their outward appearance. I traced my fingers along the spines, the titles ranging widely from classic literature, to mindset guides then to business strategy books. One title in particular caught my eye and I pulled it out : Good to Great by Jim Collins. I flipped through the pages not so sure of what I was looking for, because I wasn't interested in reading the book at the time, but it was an appropriate dist