Favorite Novel Of All Time Novels & Stories

"The Golden Lily." No doubt she marked her books with those sticky notes. She remembered the lines she read. "And then I did laugh because I loved her, and she loved me, and the world was beautiful." "Forever," She replied after some time. "You do see which book I read." Because of your Goodreads account, but I kept the detail to myself. No need to lose her forgiveness. "If people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane." "Looking for Alaska." Her favourite book apart from Pride and Prejudice which I found boring. I couldn't get the obsession she had with Mr. Darcy of hers.

“Favorite novelist?” “Jane Austen. Pride and Prejudice, before you ask.” “By God, boy!” he exclaimed in glee and clapped his hands. “We have a keeper with this one!” He turned to me again. “Second favorite?” I chewed my lip for a second. “Dickens or Louisa May Alcott. It’s tough, but Alcott might just win out. Her ability to create a whole cast of compelling, lovable characters – not just one or two – is something I’ve yet to find in another writer.”

"As far as I remember, you've been reading that damn novel since I've been talking to you. What do people enjoy in reading words?" "Because it's awesome." "How? You can rather watch a movie than read books." I slapped the book out of her hand. "This book… 'The Badboy's Pre-planned Future Bride' by 'Gift Odulesi', it's awesome. You really should read her books. Some people prefer reading books than watching movies." She rolled her eyes and picked the book from the floor. "Oh, really? People like who?" I took a handful of chips and threw it into my mouth, munching it.

It is undoubtedly old, and the spine is now gradually falling. "It's my favorite classic romance novel. Although I was looking for a classic fantasy book here, that one attracted my eye." "I'm not a big fan of romance—" She cut me off, "I'm the same way! Fantasy is my favorite genre. But don't worry, because once you read it, you won't have any regrets, and you'll even thank Sierra McCarthy for recommending such a treasure to you!," She exclaimed, winking at me.

the girl observed, knowing that while everyone had their sports preferences, they shared a great passion for literature. "No way!" The older man doubted. "Young people are interested in the old and good literature still?" "My grandfather has a large library at home, and fortunately, he made my cousin and me read several classic works, and I ended up liking some of them a lot. I've read Great Expectations more than once... and also Oliver Twist. I didn't like Bleak House that much, not to say that I love everything I've read from him, but, on the other hand, probably The Old Curiosity Shop is the book I've read the most times in my life."

"What have you been up to all this while?" "You want to know what I've been doing in my spare time," I asked, surprised that he cared at all. My hands instinctively clamped my neck as I remembered what had happened. He was a man of different shades. "Yes" He said, looking steadily at me. "Nothing much, I've been going to the library. This place has an interesting collection" "Is that so?, what are your favourites so far?" He asked, lighting up at the mention of books. "Well, I've seen many of the classics. Shakespeare, Jane Austen, Cervantes. The novel section is divided into time periods. For some reason though, Dickens is missing and he's one of my favorites."

He asked questions—not the shallow kind Damon’s associates had used to make polite conversation, but real questions. “What’s your favorite book?” he asked at one point, leaning close to be heard over the music. She blinked, startled. “My book?” He smiled faintly. “Yeah. Everyone’s got one. The one they can read again and again and never get tired of.” Mya hesitated, then admitted, “Wuthering Heights. It’s… tragic and messy, but there’s something about the passion in it. The kind that consumes people.” Keith nodded thoughtfully. “I get that. Mine’s The Count of Monte Cristo. Revenge, redemption, justice—it’s a story that makes you think about what really matters when you lose everything.”

He had obviously read it much more than once. "I've never heard of it..." I admitted to which he instantly feigned hurt. "I don't really like reading, after the new world I didn't really have the time to do any, I can't even remember what my favorite book was." He placed a small piece of paper into the page he was on and closing the book over quickly, before placing it onto the table next to the bed. "My favorite, is A Tale Of Two Cities." He smiled before getting out of bed and walking over to the small shelf of books, pulling out an old battered one and handing it to me.

he asked, his gaze focused on me. I smiled, feeling my cheeks turn pink. "Well, I love spending time with my family. They mean everything to me," I said, feeling a sense of warmth spread throughout my body. "And I also love to read. It's a great escape for me." Carlos chuckled. "I can tell you're a bookworm. What's your favorite book?" "Oh, that's a tough one," I replied, thinking back to all the books I've read. "I would have to say 'Pride and Prejudice' by Jane Austen. It's a classic for a reason."

“Still sounds pretty dull compared to dragons and magic, though.” Sonia nodded because she was a bit relieved that the conversation was about to be steered back toward more safer and familiar literary territory. She then rattled off a list of fantasy recommendations for the kids for a while longer. Sonia and Darrell began walking back to the main event area where the bustling sounds of excited readers and rustling pages reigned supreme. “Age of Exploration is actually my favorite book too,” he said out of nowhere. “Really?” Darrell nodded, smiling, “Yeah, it's criminally underrated. I swear, I've never heard anyone else mention it before.”