Novel & Cerita Classic Must Read Literature

"Well, sometimes I watch T.V. I like, well, love to read. So I do that a lot when I'm alone." "Like what? Romance, crime thrillers?" I shrugged. "Sometimes. I really like the classics. Jane Austen, the Bronte sisters, George Elliot (who was a woman, by the way). I also like the Russians, like Tolstoy and Dostoevsky. 'War and Peace' is amazing." "You've read 'War and Peace'?" "Yeah, twice. It's excellent." I cocked my head. "How about you, what do you like to read?"

“I’m decent at it. I can get by in the kitchen but it’s not my favorite place. I’d rather be reading a good book.” “That’s why you’re a librarian?” She nodded. “I have a maid who cooks so you don’t have to worry about that, and I do have my own library that you may check out.” Her eyebrows rose in interest. “What kind of books do you read?” “I have some biography, history, and science books but my enjoyment comes mostly from the classics.” “Greek literature?” “And Shakespeare. Along with others.”

"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?"

So while he stands behind me watching me, which both intimidates and excites me, I take each book out, one by one, pulling them from the bookcase, some wonderful editions of Jane Austen, Dickens, Ovid, Homer, Kundera and then 'For Whom the Bell Tolls' and, finally, Lolita. As I put Lolita on the top pile, I let out a sigh. I feel Paul slowly approach from behind me.

Lord of the Rings War and Peace Frankenstein The Great Gatsby My feet halted near the Classics section. I could sense the heat of his gaze on my back. He was observing what book I would choose. ‘Paradise Lost!’ My hand itched, and I took it out. I had read a part of it but never got to complete it. Maybe I should. I was literally living with a devil, so why not read about one too. The iconic cover had gold text clashing with a red background like heaven's light scorching through hell's flames. A visual war portraying the epic poem's cosmic stakes.

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.”

"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 sat myself down on the thin bed she had on the floor, seeing an alarm clock that had a setting of 3:30 am while she had a few books scattered throughout the area. 'The Great Gatsby' 'Nicholas Nickelby' 'Catcher in the Rye' along with a few I didn't recognize, yey they were all classics. All things that just showed how truly remarkable she was. Thumbing through the novels I was taken aback by the amount of notes she had within the margins, she was truly a remarkable person, brilliant at that. Her compassion through her hardships, her sheer unwavering love or want to be kind to others even when shunned for most of her life just proves that she was always meant to be Luna, my Luna.

“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.