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of course, I’m a bit quirky. How about you? Do you like books? I pulled up my second phone and logged into a burner account to search for her profile again. After a moment of intentional scrolling, I saw that she was obsessed with one book in particular. The Great Gatsby. I felt my interest pique, and before I could stop myself, I shot a quick text to the family's personal secretary; “Get me a copy of The Great Gatsby before nightfall tomorrow, Jones.” “On it, sir.” His response came in instantly, but I didn’t spare it a second glance as I threw the phone to the side and focused on my original.

"Shakespeare happens to be one of my favorite novelists." Eniola laughed in disbelief. "Like you actually read Shakespeare? Most guys don't give a shit about his works." "I'm not most guys," he pointed out. "How many times have you read this?" she asked, holding a worn copy of F. Fitzgerald's 'The Great Gatsby'. "I don't know," Dayo shrugged. "Several times, I guess. I just love the mystery that surrounds the main character. No one really knows much about him." Eniola grinned. "Gatsby's obsession with Daisy has me torn between deciding if he was simply naïve or just so blinded by his desires." she voiced out.

the sound of their English teacher, Mrs Williams walking in their classroom snapped the girl back to reality. " ...let's take out our novels and continue were we left, turn to page 70" shoving the thoughts of Damon to the far back of her head were they belonged, Lilliana pulled out The Great Gatsby novel from her backpack and flipped through the pages stopping on the said number. She listened as Mrs Williams explained the author's meaning and feelings to the class, pausing every now and then to answer some questions and indulge in the students' arguments about the book.

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

I was hoping that he didn’t have to go back to work so quickly, but I know his work is important, vital to the man I love and I wouldn’t want to ever change that. So, I settle in to make some coffee and skim my fingers over the bookshelves lining the walls in the spacious living room. I’ve never seen Gavin with a book in his hand and it surprises me that he has such a large collection. Charles Dickens, Ray Donovan, Marie Barnes, Nicholas Sparks, the authors range from one genre to another and somehow I know that most of these couldn’t be Gavin’s. I couldn’t imagine him reading a full length novel like Great Expectations. He thrives on action, solving problems, making strides in whatever he i

We sat in the quiet room. “Gabriel,” I said. “Mm.” “Your father was right, about most things.” “I know.” “It’s insufferable,” I said. He smiled. “In the best possible way,” he said. I picked up the folder, put it in my bag and stood up. “Come on,” I said. “I have a lesson at two.” He stood. “Theo?” he said. “Theo,” I said. “What are you teaching?” he said. “The Great Gatsby,” I said. “The green light.”

And l unintentionally read the title. “Oh you’re reading The Great Gatsby”, l suddenly asked. Before l could stop myself. “Yes. It’s a great book”, the man replied with a warm smile as he glanced down at his book. “Have you read it yet?”, he asked curiously. “Are you kidding me”, l laughed. “I wasn’t actually in love, but l felt a sort of tender curiosity”, l laughed as l quoted Gatsby. With an exaggerated air of sophistication. The young man laughed in amusement and l felt a unfamiliar sense of joy at his laughter. And suddenly l blurted out, “I’m Leigh, by the way”.

Whatever he would even think about a cancelled study session. I pull on my Yale hoodie, pick up my annotated copy of The Great Gatsby, and go. Sterling Memorial Library looks like a cathedral that someone decided should also contain books. Vaulted ceilings. Stone archways. Windows that filter afternoon light into long pale rectangles across the reading room floors. The whole building operates on the unspoken agreement that serious work happens here, and the students bent over tables throughout the main study area seem to have received that memo without needing it explained. I find Eli immediately.

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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