Novel & Cerita Books Similar To Great Gatsby

Emma said, walking deep into the living room. "Thanks." She walked to a set of shelves on the far side of the room, running her fingers over the spines of his books. A lot of them were classics, novels by Dickens, Voltaire, Dumas, Melville, and Hemingway. She smiled when her fingers ran over the spine of not one, but three copies of Mitchell's Gone with the Wind. There were modern novels, too, including Stephen King and Sidney Sheldon, but they didn't look as well read as some of the others.

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His voice was low and husky, sending shivers down Vivian's spine as he spoke to her. “Pardon,” Vivian was totally confused by what he just said. “Tales of the Great Gatsby, it's a quote from the novel. You have read the book, right?” Eric Damian said, waving the book he had in his hand in the air. The book had the title “Tales of the Great Gatsby." “Oh...I haven't really read it to the end. I just got the book today. It's quite interesting,” Vivian said, somehow forgetting she had no idea how he got into her room despite the doors and windows being locked shut.

It is better to prevent that fr happening. Since I am the only one left in the house, I just read some books from the library. Yeah, you heard that right. Library. Miss Fatima is a bibliophile. My dad wants her to be happy so dad built a libraru inside this house. Miss Fatima said that they bought over a thousand books. "Hmm. What will I read?" I asked myself. At last, I get The Great Gatsby. I remember, when I was still a child, Rhea forces me to read this book instead of reading children's book. She said the children's book are just for brainless who will not succeed in life.

"Like reading. I already know you're a bookworm, Ruby." Ruby's eyes lit up instantly, her inner literary critic emerging. "Oh, so the billionaire remembers? Please don't tell me your reading list is just boring finance textbooks and business biographies." "Actually," I leaned in a fraction of an inch, a teasing glint in my eyes, "I prefer classic literature. Russian realism, psychological thrillers. Dostoyevsky, Fitzgerald, Hemingway. I like substance."

I am aware that he is like looking at my face for a long time and is keep on glancing at me. “Ahmmnn a book entitled Wuthering Heights by Emily Bonte, Nicholas Nickleby by Charles Dickens, and hemmnn Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen.” I said as I look into the books there. “I see, those are rare books now since they are old and people nowadays don’t like sad and pure narration stories.” Henry said and I just nod. Henry is now helping me through the pile of books. It was almost 30 minutes yet we haven’t found one of the 3 books.

Though I was sure that I could pull it off just as I'd always done from the beginning, why reject such an opportunity because of my petty feelings? I smiled at Esther, "Probably because I like to be surrounded by people like me… I guess. So, we're going to bond over a nice novel today. What about the great Gatsby or…Wuthering heights? Trust me, they're really nice choices of books I picked from your library, and they might also teach us a thing or two about human emotions. I must say, you have taste, woman!" Esther scowled, rolling her wheel away to the table where several candles were placed. "I'd rather pluck my eyes out than read a book with you, Olivia."

“That’s gonna be more interesting than some chick lit which makes no sense!” Maybe it just doesn’t make any sense to you, Halsey thinks but aloud she says, “Which book do you suggest we re-write?” “Batman,” Nathan grins. “Or Slam Dunk. That’s more my type of comic.” “Slam what?” Nathan rolls his eyes. “Do you read anything interesting other than these boring books?” he asks. “Or even do anything other than read?” He picks up Halsey’s copy of Animal Farm and aimlessly flips through it. Halsey frowns at him, slightly annoyed by his lack of enthusiasm.

"Thanks. Got a book in mind?" "Yeah, 'The Great Gatsby' by F. Scott Fitzgerald," I say, and she points me to where it might be. "Just one left should be along that wall. Good luck." With that, she heads back to her desk. After about 10-15 minutes of searching, I finally spotted it on the fifth shelf. As I reach for the book on the fifth shelf, I find myself stretching on my tiptoes, struggling to grab it. But then, I start to tip backward, almost taking a tumble.

He had read his father's books, maybe that's what he meant when he said he didn't read much. The classics were such a vague range, I would've hoped he had read every Jane Austen book, I would make sure of it for him. "You've read this, haven't you?" He asked, picking a copy of The Great Gatsby and I nodded my head, knowing he had read it too. "You look like someone who's read it", I noted to him as he shuffled the book in between his fingers and he smiled. "The Great Gatsby has a type now, huh?" He asked, stepping back into the mystery section, he was looking for a book for his sister. I knew he wasn't looking for himself, as his eyes wandered through the unknown books.