Books By Harper Lee Novels & Stories

"By the way, what are you coming here for?" While tidying up the papers and some files on her messy desk, Harper tried to get Amber's attention away from Alex and whatever possibility she was thinking. And while she was arranging all the papers on the side of the table, the tail of her eyes accidentally caught the silhouette of a black book on the table that she had not touched for a long time because she had been struggling with Alex's problems and the things that have been haunting her for too long. She then grabbed the novel and stuffed it into her handbag. Hope to read it again when the moment is right to read. "It's about Tyler."

The woman smiled in amusement, "So you're Spanish?" "Brazilian actually." "What's your favorite book?" "Uh... I don't really have a favorite... if I like I book, I like it." I raised my brows, I never thought that the hot headed boy would be a reader. Mrs. Bedivere hums, "but at the top of your head, what would be the first book you think of." "To Kill A Mockingbird," he spoke flatly. Mrs. Bedivere nodded her head, "Maycomb county had recently been told that-"

The bookshelf was just as tall as Andrew so he could easily access the books there. The bookshelf had all sorts of books, ranging from fictional novels to nonfictional novels, to educational novels and textbooks. Her eyes caught titles like; The Redwall series by Brian Jacques, Caddie Woodlawn by Carol Ryrie Brink, The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros and a lot more. Even the Encyclopedia was in his bookshelf. And there was also some novels on the basis of business and finance. The book the lad was currently reading was The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian by Sherman Alexie.

Daniel thought bookstores were inefficient. “Remember this place?” Harper pulls me inside. The familiar smell of paper and coffee hits me—sandalwood and possibility and all the hours I used to spend here in college, hiding between shelves and dreaming of a future that looked nothing like my present. “You practically lived here junior year.” Harper stops in the journal section, pulling down a leather-bound notebook. “Write in this.” “Harper” “My treat. Consider it a very late divorce gift.” She presses it into my hands. “Write everything you’re feeling. Everything you can’t say out loud. Get it out of your head where you can actually look at it.”

“You know, it’s about an innocent man who gets let off because of this amazing lawyer?” “It’s not a happy ending,” said Alex, mournfully. He moved away. “So why’s this in here?” I frowned. “Oh,” he said, coming back. “It’s signed by Harper Lee. First Edition.” “Is that rare?” “Not so rare. But—” Alex said, reaching under the table and pressing a button. The door on the glass case unlocked. “Take a look.” I opened it up. “To J.F.K. from Harper Lee.” My eyes widened.

If he can see every move I make, how will I ever make a move against him? During my rampage of a small bookshelf on the wall next to the bed, I find classic books such as, The Catcher in the Rye, Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, and so on. Spotting amongst the classics a leather bound book with no title or author. I slowly open it and inside handwritten pages are revealed. May 12th 1998

No one has found the bodies yet, though, so theres still a lingering hope out there that they're alive. I sigh as I crawl under the thick quilt, flicking on the lamo beside me as I pull out my latest find at Barnes and Nobels: The Winter Garden by the famous Kristin Hannah. This woman's books are truly amazing. Then, after an hour long reading session, I find my eyes beginning to shut against my will, so I set down the book on the bedside table and shut off the lamp. ~ The next morning...