Novel & Cerita By Jane Austen

The warm glow is enough for me, as my feet shuffle towards the books. All first collections. My fingers reach for their spines as I go from row to row, my eyes getting even wider as I move. Jane Austen’s first collection. To Kill a Mockingbird. Pride and Prejudice. Crime and Punishment. Ulysses. The Great Gatsby. These had to have cost a fortune. I reach the end of the top row and grab a book. Jane Eyre. A door cracks open in a corner, but it sounds so far away that I don’t move. Until a second later when I hear footsteps right behind me.

Anne haggard, Mary coarse, every face in the neighbourhood worsting, and the rapid increase of the crow's foot about Lady Russell's temples had long been a distress to him. Elizabeth did not quite equal her father in personal contentment. Thirteen years had seen her mistress of Kellynch Hall, presiding and directing with a self-possession and decision which could never have given the idea of her being younger than she was. For thirteen years had she been doing the honours, and laying down the domestic law at home, and leading the way to the chaise and four, and walking immediately after Lady Russell out of all the drawing-rooms and dining-rooms in the country. Thirteen winters' revolving fro

Pride & Prejudice is in the public domain; however, giving credit where credit is due, it is the work of the absolutely brilliant Jane Austen. Anything you recognize is hers, the rest is mine. I'm just taking the opportunity to shake things up a bit. Or rather take the good fortune and coincidence scattered throughout the work and cranking it up a notch or three. Chapter 1

He follows it up with silk hand gloves which he drops on my palms. Quietly, I follow his orders, taking care not to rip the hand gloves with my hastiness. "You can open it now." He pronounces. "You can't get much cleaner than that." With shaky hands, I skim the hand cover of the book, running my fingers through it and feeling the hard leather beneath my tips. Flipping it open, I stare in shock at the words written there. Pride and prejudice. Written by Jane Austen. Edited by William Gifford.

I laughed after admiring the words written by Jane Austen. The words go as, “The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.” I totally agreed with this. Though during my life on the island, I had no access to a good novel but my life itself there was a novel. Really. Isn’t it what it needed? A heroine in distress getting lost with the hero… Then… I don’t know. Zack? Could Zack be my hero? Absolutely not. Not when he could never love.

“I don’t know. You keep everything in such good condition. I’m almost afraid to touch anything in this room.” “I know you’ll be careful with my things.” She nodded and pulled the book off the shelf. “I didn’t know you liked Jane Austen.” “Why not?” She shrugged. “She’s a woman author.” “I’m broad minded enough to think women have a lot to offer society. I enjoy her work.” “This is one of my favorite books. Sense and Sensibility. The story of two sisters who represent two opposing forces: logic and emotion.” He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. He seemed to be considering her analysis of the book. “I didn’t think anyone else in Virginia understood that.”

Jimmy said to Susan. She laughed. “She’s going to be a famous writer. She’d better have some opinions on literature.” “Fine,” Kimia glared at me. “Jane Austin. She had some great leads.” “Darcy was an asshole to Elizabeth, Bingly let himself be talked away from Jane, Wickham is just a bastard, Wentworth treated Anne like shit because she refused him as a teenager, Edmund Bertram was obsessed with the pretty new girl and forgot about Fanny, Ferras fell in love with Elanore when he was engaged to someone else, Brandon was still hung up on his dead ex, and let’s face it. Nobody cares about Northanger Abbey.”

Jane said, opening a cabinet to reveal a small fridge containing some champagne, sparkling juice, and wines. “Champagne?” Jane offered and Antheia just nodded. She poured on their glasses and handed one to Antheia which she took a sip from. Jane emptied her glass in one shot, and then walked to the landline telephone, ringing the maid’s room. “Hello, please send the chief maid Tessa to the ladies’ chamber. Tell her to bring a robe for our guest.” Jane ordered and the other person on the line immediately complied. They sat on the couch, facing each other, a table in between them, and Jane sighed as she reminisced her sister’s suffering when her mate died and she was arranged to a man she did

Her heart was already broken. “What book are you reading?” Nathan broke the silence. “Uhmmm” she glanced over at the title, “pride and prejudice by Jane Austen” “We should read together then” Nathan climbed onto the bed and beckoned on Audrey who he gently tucked in between his thighs, her head was on his Chest while his manly hands were on her bare tummy. Audrey could feel the heat already rising in her, the way he was close and the sound of his steady breathing in her ear. The only thing she wanted to do right now was just to….

He pleaded. “I don’t believe you,” I uttered nonchalantly & then hung up. Then I switched off my phone to get rid of his stubborn ass. Right now, I want nothing but a relaxing bath in the huge bathtub to soothe my exhausted heart, mind & body! + I was reading “Pride & Prejudice” by Jane Austen in the library when Alexander returned. He found me curled on the couch facing the wide glass window with a book in my hand, he came behind me & leaned in so that he could kiss my forehead.