First-edition Books Novels & Stories

Hello Dear Reader, Thanks for stumbling upon my book. This is the very first book of mine on this platform. Since English is not my first language and also, it's the first draft of the story, you all might encounter some mistakes that gradually decrease with the proceeding chapters. The edited version is not fully ready so I decided to upload the first draft only. Hope you all would enjoy reading this book. Even if not, I will still be glad to hear your thoughts and opinions. I am always open to constructive criticisms.

I softly smiled at them and closed the door. With Frederick assisting Uncle, I was left alone to wander around the house, and what better way to kill the time than to read books. So, my main target was finding the library. After a few dead-ends, I finally found what I was looking for. There's no surprise, the library was huge as well. I trailed my hands on the hard-bound books. Novels, grimoires, Shakespeare, Edgar Allan Poe, Emily Dickinson.

I open it with curiosity and I jump up my seat when I realize what it is. “Leopold this is crazy! How did you get this?!” I ask perplexed. “No, it’s not crazy, it’s a present. Do you like it?” Leopold asks amused. “How could I not? Are you kidding? Of course, I do!” I exclaim thrilled. Inside the package, there is a three-volume first edition from 1816 of the novel Emma by Jane Austen. I look at the old books in disbelief. This is an invaluable antique. It must have been extremely expensive and hard to get.

DAMON'S POV Year 1900 - 19th Century "Father has arrived!" Adam shouted, his voice full of excitement as he bolted outside. My heart leaped at his words. I dropped the book I had been engrossed in, its leather cover hitting the wooden floor with a dull thud, and rushed after him. It had been a full year since Father had left for the war in Russia. They called it the Boxer Rebellion, and Father had joined the Russian forces aiding in suppressing the uprising in China. His absence had left a void in our lives, and Mother, especially, had seemed almost lifeless, her once-vivid grey eyes dulled by fear and worry.

We looked around a few bookshops for first editions and then we saw the perfect one, and Adam did not have it in his collection. - Hello, welcome. The shop assistant said and continued:- How may I help you? - Hi, we are looking for some first-edition books. Alice said - Well wait here, I have a few, maybe I have the one you are looking for, but just I want to tell you that they are pretty expensive. The shop assistant said - Let us see which ones you have and then we can discuss the price. Oliver said

"Because life should always be viewed from multiple angles. Very philosophical, very French." Ethan was carefully examining his books, running his fingers over leather bindings that probably cost more than my monthly salary. "These are first editions," he said with the kind of awe that suggested he understood exactly what that meant. "Of course they are. Regular editions are for regular children. You are clearly not regular children." Madison had opened her paints and was testing colors on the back of her hand, watching them blend with professional concentration. "These are really good paints," she said quietly.