Classic Novels Set In Rural Nebraska Novels & Stories

Jessica abandoned her rental residence in LA and Adam sold his apartment in New York. They moved to a much larger house in Bassett, Nebraska and had been living there for four years. Both of them loved every second of it. There wasn't a thing that they would change. The neighbors were good. The town wasn't the most energetic and active, just the way the couple liked it. They had seen their share of bustling activity and city lights and noises. It was just the level of peace they had always longed for. The work treated them fine.

It could easily have been a school or a boarding school. Nathan's scent was in that hallway, so he assumed there must be something hidden there, but all he saw was an office. She went in, closing the door behind her. That place was the best place she had ever seen in her whole life, full of books and a lot of handwriting. She picked up the first book she found, and it was one of her favorites, only this was a first edition. She sat down on the nearest sofa and swung her legs up. The story takes place in rural England in the early 19th century.

Ah, Nebraska. Large open fields and small festering towns. Driving through another city, I stopped at a red light. A father and his son walked hand and hand crossed the crosswalk. My lips upturned in a smile when Wolly popped into my mind. Nebraska was very bright, but it seemed to go by way too quickly. Suddenly I was in Iowa! This state had me flabbergasted. One moment I was driving through vintage-looking towns and next I was passing skyscrapers. My phone rang and it didn't surprise me when Eliza's name was on the dash.

Instead, they're mysterious paintings I've never seen before, undoubtedly worth a lot of fortune. Curiosity tugs at me, urging me to explore further. I step into Andrey's study, where the shelves are lined with thousands of books. It's his sanctuary, his private space, but he's never forbidden me from entering. So, I venture deeper into the room, running my fingers along the spines of the books. One book in particular catches my eye - a volume about Nebraska. My heart sinks at the sight of it, memories flooding back from a time I'd rather forget. The mere thought of Omaha fills me with a mix of embarrassment and resentment, a reminder of a past I'd rather leave behind.