Classic Novels That Teens Love Novels & Stories

One of the girls who found Sonia ‘cool’ then asked, “What's your favorite book?” A lot of books were her favorite, but she ditched them all to say, “You probably haven't heard of it. It's called The Age of Exploration.” She felt Darrell look her way as soon as she said this, but she pretended not to have noticed. “It's a history book, actually,” she continued. The teens' faces scrunched up in distaste. “History?” one of them groaned. “Ugh, boring.” “Yeah, who wants to read about a bunch of old dead guys?” Another one chimed in.

“Only because it’s an emergency.” Elmo rubbed his eyes, and blinked away fatigue. As his vision cleared he found himself looking at Lucas’ bookshelf, and his heart sank as he surveyed the spines of books his friend loved so much. There were copies of The Hardy Boys and Nancy Drew, The Three Investigators and The Secret Seven, as well as modern mystery thrillers by authors such as Lee Child and James Patterson. But there were also older novels that Elmo recalled as movies on TCM but had never read. He saw Treasure Island and Ivanhoe, Tom Sawyer and Robinson Crusoe.

I replied, "but I’ve never been one to watch the way horses walk. It's not my thing. Maybe it’s yours." She playfully gave me the finger and kept talking. "When I was younger, my favorite books were the Chestnut Hill series! Well, not my favorites of all time—that was definitely Nancy Drew." "Fuck Nancy Drew!" I didn't realize I’d said it out loud until she slapped my arm and frowned. "Nancy Drew will forever be the best mystery series, hands down. It’s iconic." "Okay, crazy lady. But I think the Hardy Boys were much better. Nancy Drew always has the same storyline. You can predict exactly what’s going to happen. There’s never anything new."

If he can see every move I make, how will I ever make a move against him? During my rampage of a small bookshelf on the wall next to the bed, I find classic books such as, The Catcher in the Rye, Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, and so on. Spotting amongst the classics a leather bound book with no title or author. I slowly open it and inside handwritten pages are revealed. May 12th 1998

"Did they not have many books at your old school? At all? Not just the library, but in class?" Equally dumbly, she shakes her head. "Very well. Suppose I suggest some that you might like. You may try them and then we can take it from there...." She brightens, cheeks dimpling. ".... Let us see...." He stoops, holding the small of his back as he does so. "This story is always popular." He slips a volume from the lower shelves, passing it to her. "The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe. Have you ever read it?"

he stated and went back to his phone. Then we had literature. The topic was classic genre. “Which English authors you can name from classic genre?” Mr. Adams asked. I raised my hand, but so did Raf, which caught me off guard. “Raf, please name them!” teacher asked. “Jane Austen, sisters Brontes, Charles Dickens and of course, William Shakespeare,” Raf stated. “Great! Who is your favorite author?”

Sophia Celastio I love reading so much, it’s like going to a different world to me. We can imagine how the girl looks like and the boy looks like and how they build their relationship. I love it. It’s an addiction. I never read Romeo and Juliet because it has a sad ending, I hate sad endings. I love a story such as The Last Song, She’s the Man, Bridal Waves and the list goes one. Twisted story but with happy endings in the end.

"Daddy, it was my tenth birthday, and I knew how to read, perfectly fine." I don't say that I was already reading Aunty Seedy's Harlequin books. They all had similar titles: Burning desire. Fury. Loving a highlander. I can't believe I enjoyed those kind of novels once. They all had the same story line, different settings, different characters, same guy gets the girl at the end of the book ending. Absolutely cliché. Dad says, "I remember all those times you'd come to me with all those big words."

He wouldn’t last two minutes with me before he ran off crying. Maybe that was it. This was my chance to finally get back at him for all those years of bullying me. That was laughable. I scanned the library's aisles until I came upon a beloved classic; A Tale of Two Cities, by Charles Dickens. I fell in love with this book freshman year of high school, and the tormented and tragic life of Sydney Carton and Charles Darnay. I found a corner of the library where there was a desk and chair to sit and read. I was so invested in the words I had read a thousand times; that I didn’t hear anyone approach me.

Nathan is feeling sleepy just by glancing at the first page of Pride & Prejudice. “Let’s read the first chapter,” Halsey suggests. “I’ll focus on Elizabeth and her sister’ dialogues while you focus on the other characters. And-” Nathan throws the books aside and yawns. “Boring!” he sneers. “Are there any other books?” “This is a classic,” Halsey explains. “We can get a lot of marks if we can-” “Let’s just pick a comic and re-write that!” Nathan jokes. “That’s gonna be more interesting than some chick lit which makes no sense!”