Franklin Library 100 Greatest Books Novels & Stories

Mr Franklin was so friendly, he would make you laugh all day with his funny folktales. "Welcome little boy, follow me here i should show you the new books" he said heading to the libraries VIP. He took me to a corridor full of new books, all the books were new in that corridor and i had so much pleasure on them. I didn't know which one to pick because they were all promising to be good. I could pick 5 or more if it was allowed. "I will spend my boring time here" i said to myself. I picked a J. R. R Tolkien new book called the strange girl then i sat comfortably to enjoy the ride.

"No, no, no, we all have our specialties. Actually, I was hoping you could teach me a few things. Would you be willing to come over to my place sometime?" We exchanged a look, both of us sharing an unspoken understanding. "Percy, have you ever heard of a close, private circle that focuses on nurturing women's tractability?" Franklin led me to his house, and we sat in his bedroom as he asked me this question. I couldn't help but smile. He was a literature professor, all right. The way he talked about things made them sound almost glamorous, as if he was presenting the fetish in a much grander way.

“Ariadne.” Even the books here were ones I’d already read repeatedly. There were only so many times I could read about the '100 Greatest Battles of Wolf Kind' or 'The Twenty Steps of a Successful Luna' before beginning to hate even the thought of picking a book up. But even if I asked someone to go to the library for me, it was unlikely there would be many books in there that I hadn’t already read at least once. 'Three hundred and eighty-four… three hundred and eighty-five… three hundred and eighty-six….'

The title and some space to store some things in the game are good too…but…’ The system interrupted his thoughts “Kindly read the book “the things that are permissible to bring in the library” before you read anything else. This is the number one book that is most read by the past leaders and now you would be the one to carry their legacy….Con-gra-tu-lations.”

He chuckled. Mr. Franklin had us pick activities from a mystery box. Anna and Jane chose ones that required the books, while I picked the one that needed a trip to the library to answer the questions. I was surprised Adrian picked the same thing. “This one, I think this would help,” he said, handing me a book. I glanced at the title. He had a point. I sat at the table and started reading. “Wait, let me see,” he said, standing behind me, leaning closer to read the words. He was too close.

The longer I stayed in here, the harder it was for me to keep myself together. After about two hours, they were done awarding themselves. Franklin's evil father was smiling with everyone like his only son isn't rotting away in the woods. We left the program, and we sat with each of our books at the top of the library. It made me remember how Franklin would jump to the top of his library, pick a book on the top shelf, and land without destroying the whole house. I held the ladder steady for Zion to climb up with the popcorn we had bought from the theatres.

He returned his attention to the bookshelf at the rear of his office, the one he’d been browsing when he’d first heard the strange sounds outside, only being made by the cats, after all. The top shelf held purely “literary works.” Poetry collections of Blake, Yeats, Robert Frost, and Shakespeare. Prose collections of Zora Neal Hurston, Hemingway, Nathaniel Hawthorne, Flannery O’Connor, and folktales collected by the Brothers Grimm. Novels, from The Man in the Iron Mask to Madame Bovary, to Villette and Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte, to A Passage to India by E. M. Forster.