Cover Art The Great Gatsby Novels & Stories

she said, handing it to Sally. Sally found it hard to mask her disappointment. “Oh,” was all she could say looking at the battered green cover. It had an old woodcut on the front, showing a hare by a riverside, looking up at a smiling moon. The title, printed in crude block letters, was Highways, Havens and Highlands by James Hendry.

In the background, a city skyline rises– tall buildings with lit windows, similar to the comic images of Gotham. Both cases feature a dark, comic-book style artwork and is made up of deep blacks, cool blues and muted grey. Together, the two cases create an image of Batman holding Catwoman and kissing intimately. These phone covers are more intimate that the phone covers they saw online and fit Zack’s style better. Zack’s green eyes widen dramatically at the sight of the connected covers. A slow, predatory grin spreads across his face as he immediately scoops both packages off the display case. “Holy shit, Anna– you have excellent taste,” he declares loudly enough to draw curious glances form

the man said. He has a chuckle. "Perhaps that's why you find it attractive when I'm dressed in my grubby farm clothes; do you find it attractive when I smell like rotten milk?" He keeps tickling my stomach as I am covered with the blankets. "No, the crap part isn't my favorite, but it does something to me when I see you wearing that baseball cap while you're all sweaty and dirty." Oh, you're referring to this one, right? He says this as he pulls himself onto the side of the bed and reaches for his cap, which is sitting on a nearby chair.

The book she’d ended up with was a first edition of The Great Gatsby, its cover embossed with gold lettering. It was beautiful, but it wasn’t hers. And when she flipped to the inside cover, she saw the name scrawled in elegant cursive: Robin Nasir. The name sent a shiver down her spine. Robin Nasir was the golden boy of Coastal Field Royal, the rich kid everyone whispered about. He was the one girl from both the private and public schools dreamed of, the one with the smirk that could make hearts skip beats. Jasmine had never paid him much mind. Boys, in her experience, were trouble. Especially ones like Robin. Her sister, Nadine, was the opposite.

I tried to keep up, though half the names and scandals blurred together in a champagne haze. When we returned outside, another helicopter approached, cutting through the velvet night with deliberate lateness. Who would dare upstage Mr. Everhart? The blades slowed. The door opened and Sterling emerged. He looked devastating. Midnight tuxedo tailored within an inch of its life, black satin lapels catching the light. His white shirt was crisp, the collar sharp, undone just enough to hint at rebellion. A vintage pocket watch chain gleamed against his vest, and the diamond cufflinks on his wrists winked like secrets. His shoes shone, polished to a mirror finish. He was Gatsby reimagined, wealth w

I go into a living room next and pause to look around, finding more personal items decorating this room. There’s a framed black-and-white photo of him with Eliza. She’s smiling at the camera and Lucas just looks slightly amused. I can’t tell where they are, but judging by their clothes, this photo looks like it was taken either at a Great Gatsby-themed party or this photo is really that old.