Books Similar To Wuthering Heights Novels & Stories

As I perused the books, I could feel Aidan’s gaze on me. The shop, much like the one downstairs, boasted an impressive selection. These were books to be enjoyed in the coffee lounge, not purchased or taken home. A smile tugged at my lips as I reached the romance novel section. So, Well Thumbed had these too. I wondered if they had hidden gems, perhaps something I hadn’t read or that Uncle Alex’s book club, Bound To Please, hadn’t discovered yet.

I stopped at the library door and smiled to myself. ‘Books are better than people. Books don’t hate on you for something you didn’t do.’ I pushed the door open and breathed in the wonderful smell of books. ‘Paradise.’ I strolled to the shelves and scanned through the books, reading their names off their spines. ‘It seems Dante wasn’t joking when he said half of his library was filled horrors.’ A book caught my eye, and I pulled it from the others. “Bone and Souls by B. Brian.” I read the name aloud and skimmed through the description behind it. “This seems interesting.”

The walls being light colored didn’t surprise me more than the mountains upon mountains of books he has sitting on bookshelves surrounding the room. I walk around the room running my hands over all the different titles and authors. Jane Austen, Charles Dickens, Mark Twain, H.G Wells, and so much more. Wuthering Heights, a first edition version sat in a case in between the shelves by a set of double doors to what looks like a balcony. It stuck out to me more than any of the other titles because it surprises me more than anything that he would read a book such as that. I try to picture in my head him sitting in a chair with glasses, all relaxed and snuggled up reading a classical romance novel

“It's like we were meant to be. Something deep is happening between us. Who knows? Maybe we are soul mates.” “Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” Asher says, looking deeply into her eyes. “Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë. One of my favorites.” Dani says with a smile. “I can't believe you have read that book.” “It wasn't a choice. It was an assignment, but it wasn't bad. I liked Jane Eyre better, by her sister, Charlotte.” Asher says and Dani nods.

Mom supported me, not because she understood, but because she loved me and wanted me to be happy. I stood up and walked around the library, feeling a little restless. They had all of the classics, and some of them looked as though they were expensive copies. Other authors that I regularly read, such as James Patterson and Dean Koontz were on the shelves. They even had some of my female favorites, such as Lisa Jackson, Lisa Gardner and Heather Graham Pozzessere. Then I wondered down to another section where I found some more provocative books. They had a lot of erotica books. One huge volume stood out: The Kama Sutra.

I had started a story weeks ago on a whim when I had accompanied her for her admission process, and I’d been unable to shake it since, I dislike leaving books unfinished. This edition of Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë’s storm-drenched tragedy that Columbia kept locked away in their Rare Books and Manuscripts Library was something special. Annotated and preserved in a way that made you feel like the author might’ve touched it herself. Harvard’s libraries hadn’t satisfied me, and asking my sister for her student privileges would have taken an eternity. She had a way of making small favors feel like bargaining with the devil. I pushed the door to the library open, and the atmosphere shifted at

“I left him standing there, looking shocked and furious as hell.” Iris was seated in the third row in front, and Landon was taking notes next to her. During the Literature lecture, which I attended quickly after arriving at the college, we read the classic Wuthering Heights and talked about the tragic love story of Heathcliff and Catherine Earnshaw. As usual, Landon was being a bothersome know-it-all and inserted his stupid opinions whenever he could, as if we were ever in need of them.

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

The windows faced the gardens, and the morning light was golden and warm and poured across the reading chairs like honey. She ran her fingers along the spines. Classics, histories, business books that probably belonged to Alexander. Nothing that looked even remotely interesting. “Where do they keep the fun books?” She moved to a different shelf where the light didn't quite reach. There were older volumes here—paperbacks mixed with hardcovers, spines cracked from actual use instead of just decoration. “This is more like it.” She crouched down, scanning titles. A thriller, a mystery and finally a romance with a cover so embarrassingly dramatic she almost laughed out loud. She reached for it an

Dahlia on the other hands my helplessness fun and she can’t help giggling. ‘13 going, OH! 30.’ My eye linger on this for a while but I pass. ‘The girl Next door’ I pass. ‘First Daughter’ pass ‘Wuthering Heights!” Now this one grips my attention, probably because I’ve heard the book classic back in high-school days. Dahlia and I settles for wuthering Heights. After going over the necessary procedures, we are in the dimly lit movie room with a host of other people. I’ve never been a much more cosy place.