Classic Books Read Novels & Stories

The floor and the tables were littered with legal volumes, some of which still had barely been unwrapped from their packaging. “You’ve read all of this?” I said “Hardly. But I try to read every day if I can. I’ve got a couple of rare ones, too.” “Like what?” Alex pointed over at a table with a few volumes encased in glass. “To Kill a Mockingbird,” I said. “You like that one?” “I read it in school. I used to read a lot in school, I guess. Not that it ever showed in my grades.” “You should read this one again,” I said. I’d only ever seen the movie. “You know, it’s about an innocent man who gets let off because of this amazing lawyer?”

“Want a glass of wine?” “Sure.” “Red or white?” “Whichever you prefer.” I opened a bottle of merlot, poured us each a glass, and came to join Benji where he stood in the living room, scanning the bookcases between the two big bay windows on the outer wall. There were a lot of old classics—Hemingway, Shakespeare, Poe, Dickens, Twain, Wilde. Handing him his glass, he lifted it to his lips to take a sip. “See something you like?” I asked, nodding at the bookcase.

I didn't like to think of people being mean to Ivy. Most of the photos she was reading in them so I looked at the names of the books that she was reading. It seemed that she liked the classics. I wonder which ones she doesn't have. That was my mission. To find out which books she doesn't have and to see where I can get them from if they are hard to find. I knew that I could find them. And I would. I would do anything for Ivy.

I sighed a little to myself as the bathroom door closed behind him, taking a seat at one of the sofas much like he had before me. I picked up the book he had been reading, a well worn hardcover. It was War and Peace. I'd spent night reading it over and over. By now, I had nearly memorised it, along with a few other classics my nanny had slipped to me surreptitiously. I flipped to the first page of the book, gasping. It was a first edition! These were hard to come by, specially for someone like me. Eagerly, I flipped to the page he had bookmarked.

She asked. Tristan showed her the cover of the book. It was a literature text. Arms and the Man by Bernard Shaw. “You’re eleven.” She chuckled softly in disbelief. Tristan laughed. “It doesn’t matter. I like reading a lot. Mostly literature books.” “You’ve read Romeo and Juliet then?”. She guessed. “Yeah. I’ve read the Alchemist as well and uh pride and prejudice.” He said. “Wow." Ellie said. "I’m impressed.” “Why, thank you Mrs Sandoval.” He sent her a lopsided grin.

the girl observed, knowing that while everyone had their sports preferences, they shared a great passion for literature. "No way!" The older man doubted. "Young people are interested in the old and good literature still?" "My grandfather has a large library at home, and fortunately, he made my cousin and me read several classic works, and I ended up liking some of them a lot. I've read Great Expectations more than once... and also Oliver Twist. I didn't like Bleak House that much, not to say that I love everything I've read from him, but, on the other hand, probably The Old Curiosity Shop is the book I've read the most times in my life."

I must be the only person in my class that will read a classic novel for anything other than requirement. I couldn’t think of anyone I knew that would pick up Jane Eyre, Little Women, or Tess of the D’Urbervilles for pleasure. In fact, they were not even my first choice. Little Women came in a close second, but Pride and Prejudice will always win out. There was something beautiful about a couple from two different backgrounds traveling along the bumpy road of love until it was undeniable, and there was something even more beautiful about watching that journey happen. Flicking through the pages anxiously waiting for that sweet first kiss, the passion filled argument, the final declaration. Th

I just roll my eyes and he continues, “But thanks to that, my eyes fell on this poor soul who is trying to find a book for English class to do her essay on, you have to hear their assignment, it’s so interesting. I am so eager for our English class; they have so many cool assignments like these. So apparently you have to find a story from the classics, like duh, you have to. I mean that’s why they are called classic.”

"W-What kind of books?" "What kind I like to read?", he asked with an amused tone, trying his hardest not to laugh. "I'm a classics kinda guy. I'm surrounded by so much technology I need a break and avoid futuristic books. My favourites are the Trial by Franz Kafka, 1984 by George Orwell, Don Quijote by Miguel de Cervantes. I should stop here or else I'll talk day and night about my favourite titles. I love any classical literature I pick up." Michael leaned forward. "Weren't it to the high expectations my parents left behind, I would have studied literature."

"I love getting lost in stories, exploring new worlds and meeting new characters." Claire's smile grew wider. "What's your favorite book?" I thought for a moment, trying to narrow it down. "I have a few," I said finally. "I love 'Pride and Prejudice', 'Jane Eyre', and 'Wuthering Heights'." Claire's eyes lit up. "Those are all classics," she said. "I love them too. Have you read any of the Bronte sisters' other works?"