Book Review On Sense And Sensibility นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"I think I'm going to go down, put the stuff away. Maybe read a while." Sarah stretched her neck. "I think I might take a bath. Sounds relaxing." I nodded towards my bedroom door. "Use the one in my en suite. It's a Jacuzzi tub, way better than the one in your bathroom." "Oh, that sounds lovely. Thank you." "Anytime, just let me know when you're out." Forty-five minutes later I was curled up on the couch with my copy of 'Sense and Sensibility'. I love Jane Austen. She reminds me that ordinary people fall in love every day, and often when they least expect it.

She looks around at the unfamiliar surrounding. The walls were painted in white and gold, the bed she was sitting on was big with satin bed sheets. The wall above was adorned by a beautiful chandelier. She felt like she was in paradise. Her eyes traveled around the room till they set on the woman sitting on the chair beside her with a book in her hand. Pride and prejudice was the title of the book. In her perspective the woman was gorgeous and screamed of royalty. From her hair pin, to her jewelry and to her dress.

It's been three days since she started delaying the inevitable event of being stuck with Dom in Canterbury. After minutes of pondering, she stood up and reached the small shelf of books she has. Her eyes locked on two books, Jane Eyre by Emily Bronte and Great Expectations by Charles Dickens. She had just finished reading Persuasion, and she was still on the assessment of her feelings towards the ending of the story. Maybe another book can take her mind off things. She decided on Great Expectations, gladly picking up the book and bouncing back to her bed, to enjoy another pleasurable surmount of reading a book.

Instead he said, “What are you reading?” She looked up this time. “Why?” she asked. “You’ve read it before,” he said. “The spine is worn.” She glanced down at the book, thumb brushing the edge like she hadn’t noticed that herself. “Persuasion,” she said. “Jane Austen.” He nodded. “Yeah, the one where they almost lose each other.” “You’ve read it?” “My sister did,” he said. “She used to leave it on the kitchen table, I read the first half by accident over about six months of breakfasts.”

Her finger senses the spine of books like she could feel the words inside it, reading them softly, when Samson entered the room quietly. His dotting eyes gazing at the figure standing in front of him. His eyes raged with vexation but sooner changed under the effect of the aura emitted by the beauty. With her left hand, she gently massaged her long neck while squinting her eyes at the book titles behind her spectacles.

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.

and then working himself up to a pitch of enthusiastic generosity, he added, "Elinor, I wish with all my heart it were twice as much for your sake" A laugh assured Miss Tellaro that this passage had struck her cousin just as she believed it must. She said, closing the volume, "surely the writer of that must possess a most lively mind? I am determined to take this book. It seems all to be written about ordinary people, and, do you know, I am quite tired of Sicilian and European Counts who behave in such a very odd way. Sense and sensibility! Well, after Midnight Bells and Horror Mysteries that has a pleasant ring, don't you agree?"

Swept off my feet. Knocked to my knees by this woman who was turning my life into one of the very books she was quoting, the books that were my passion, my work... "My heart is, and always will be, yours." Her handss dropped to her sides, the paper hanging from her fingers. The paper that I would take from her and frame, to show all of our children, grandchildren, and their children after. "Sense and Sensibility!" Jonathon shouted out, obviously pleased to have figured one out first.

The more I try to draw boundaries she is making it nearly impossible for me to control myself from going and grabbing her face and kissing the shit out of her. I take a deep breath and return a soft smile," how about the classics, lex?" I ask her to divert my mind. " well, pride and prejudice is the only one I can truly think of!" she caresses the book on the book rack. " hmmm, interesting. I can't find any better than that one in the classics," I say while walking toward her. " but I think sense and sensibility were nice too, you know," I whisper not wanting to disturb other people in the store