Charles Dickens Books Novels & Stories

His eyes widened in admiration as he carefully pulled out the novel I’d been reading—Charles Dickens’s Great Expectations. Before I could respond, Eleanor's voice from my phone hit my ear–I realized she had already picked up the call.

Entering the office I found Charles looking through the shelf that had a bunch of business books in it. Plastering a smile on my face, I walked up to him. “Sorry for keeping you waiting.” Charles shrugged, pocketing his hands. “Actually, it wasn’t so bad. I never took you to be the reading type. Most ladies will find books like this boring.” “It’s funny that I get pictured that way. But for future sake, I will tell you this much. I read to broaden my knowledge about the business world. And before you say the words of the book don’t count much. I will have you know that I put all I have read into action and I probably would be out of my mind now if not for it.”

"You can wait here, I'll come to Mr. Miller." I nodded, and did what I had wanted to do for a long time. I walked over to one of the large shelves as she entered a hallway at the end of this room, and I was surprised because I thought these books were just replicas made of styrofoam. In fact these books are really original, or books that are copies of the original books. Which, of course, is also old. I pulled up a book called Bleak House by Charles Dickens. One of the books was dark blue with an old engraving on its back.

The only slight difference between us was I was slightly taller than her 5'2 stature by a mere three inches or so. My mother had been one of the first people who sparked my interest in books. The first book I can remember her reading to me when I was a child was "Oliver Twist" by Charles Dickens. As I grew older I began exploring different genres. I went far beyond the books offered in local libraries to get books from friends who stole them from their unsuspecting mothers or older sisters that were laced with steamy, erotic scenes.

I didn't think that Allen had time for anything other than medical texts. "Find anything interesting?" he teased. "Ah, you've caught me. It's my secret obsession." "What's your secret obsession?" I replied with a teasing smile, trying not to think about my own secret obsession with another man who had probably forgotten all about me months ago. "Charles Dickens," he said with a smile. "Although, not all of Dickens. Some of his stuff is boring. But 'Great Expectations'? That's a different story, pun intended. It's incredible!"

Ever since he came home and started at Colossus Group, he had not spent many nights at the Hoffmans', so he had not realized they had kept the room's old charm. Noelle let go of Charles's hand and dashed to the bookshelf, taking a quick look. "Whoa, you've got the whole Game of Thrones series here! Were you into it? ‘The Tales of Robin Hood', ' Anglo-Saxon Chronicle', some random essays, 'A Brief History of Time'... Charles, you've got a ton of books!" Charles gave the shelf a quick glance and narrowed his eyes a bit. "It’s just for show," he said nonchalantly.

He said, with a chuckle. He reached out to one of the shelves and shifted some encyclopedias lying there. At the back of them were novels. He heaved them to me and by the time he was done, I had the complete Dickens collection in my arms. Oliver Twist, Great Expectations, A Christmas carol. Name it, they were all there. He came down looking like a proud benefactor and at that moment, he looked really cute and harmless. I even spotted a dimple on his cheeks.

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.

Lucas explained and I turned to him. “I’m really sorry about your mum,” I said sincerely. “What was her favorite thing to read?” Lucas turned to me with a small smile on her face “It was anything between children fiction- she loved the classics, everything written by Charles dickens- that was all she loved and she had an entire section dedicated to it. It’s phenom-“ “Someone is here.” Malcolm said hurridely as he interrupted us, his eyes were hard and focused on Lucas who looked equally as confused.

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.