Famous Writer Novels & Stories

Christian looks at me and asks, "I assume you didn't know your grandfather was a famous anonymous writer." "Not at all," I respond, completely shocked. "Have you heard of Walk Away, When the Night Calls, or Her Beautiful Soul?" he asks, and my jaw drops, as does Max's. All these titles have been best-sellers for years. "He... he wrote all of those?" I stammer, utterly amazed.

“Yangon has never missed the opportunity of welcoming international writers like Rudyard Kipling, Somerset Maugham, Aldous Huxley, H.G Wells, Jung Chen, Pico Iyer, Paul Theroux, Vikram Seth, Pablo Neruda, etc. They came to Yangon (Previously called Rangoon) and enjoyed visiting here. The author Su Lin Lewis mentioned in her article that in the 19205, a golden age of travel, Rangoon (Yangon) was a key stopover point on the steamship route from India to China. She mentioned that some came for love, like the English surrealist writer Anna Kavan, who followed her husband, an Indian Civil Service officer, to Rangoon in 1920. The author Anna Kavan wrote a novel titled 'Who am I?' which is set in B

“List of American authors. Sign up for whoever you want, read three of their books, write a report on each, and put together an overall analysis at the end. First come, first served — if your favorite’s taken, pick someone else.” The sheet worked its way around the room and reached her last, as things usually did. All the authors she knew were gone — Steinbeck, Hemingway, Morrison, all claimed. She scanned what was left and found an obscure name she didn’t recognize, some regional writer from the fifties whose work apparently hadn’t been assigned in years. She wrote her name next to it and passed the sheet back up. The bell rang. She was packed and out the door before most of the class had p

I look forward to being a well known writer like, Chimamanda Ngozie Adichie, the late legend; Chinua Achebe, Nnedi Okorafor, Wole Soyinka, Colleen Hoover, Ted dekker, Sidney sheldon, Dean Koontz and so many others. I don't think I have ever seen anyone who reads wild like I do. My love for books is out of this world, I just purely love good books, like really really good books with awesome plots. I can't be spotted anywhere without holding a novel. I was about to read one, 'Home coming' by Yaa Gyasi.

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?”

“Okay, who is that person?” “Hemmingway. He is noted both for the intense masculinity of his writing and for his adventurous and widely publicized life. His succinct and lucid prose style exerted a powerful influence on American and British fiction in the 20th century. One of his famous book is The Old Man and the Sea—a novella written himself.” While I am continuously answering his question, I found his gaze and saw him staring intently at me as he waited for my next words. I bit my tongue, already distracted on the way he look at me so I look on my right only to see Rael, Nathan and Levi looking so proud at me. I lick my lower lip one more time as I continue what I was about to say earlier

Ethan said, granting me a dimpled smile "What does that mean?" I raised my eyebrows. "Well you know, Charles Dickens, Ernest Hemingway, Virginia Woolf, Jane Austen, they're all famous European writers." I didn't know what surprised me more, the fact that he knew all those names or that he made names of 19th and 20th-century writers sound so sensual. "What?" he spoke again, "are you surprised that I know who those writers are?" "Maybe a little." "As you said, don't judge a book by it's cover," he said, sending me a wink.

"Watch some television! Play some video games! Do something fun, but not strenuous." "Umm... I've been wanting to get caught up on my reading," she mused. "Oh, yeah?" I asked, putting everything away. "So, who are your favorite authors?" She shrugged. "William Faulkner, William Shakespeare, Tennessee Williams, John Steinbeck--"