Novel & Cerita Great Expectations The Book

Charlotte insisted on doing it herself. “I thought you might like this one,” she said as she handed me the book. “It’s about a man who loses everything. Then…he tries to get it back together little by little.” I glanced at the cover. The title was dramatic. So I said, flatly, “Sounds dramatic.” She let out a short laugh. I never heard someone laugheed like this before. She looked so innocent and pure. Well, she was a budding she-wolf and perhaps still figuring out how the world works.

The title of the book was, 'My Last Wish'. The book was about a beautiful poor and hardworking girl called Daisy. She was smarter than most in the Country of Envia, despite being a peasant. Her one desire in life was to visit the palace library. Like me, she had been an orphan, but unlike me, she had been adopted by an abusive family. One night, tired of the abuse that her adoptive mother's drunken escapades brought, she fled their cottage. On the road, she ran into the carriage of a nobleman, who took pity on her situation.

THE PRIDE AND PREJUDICE BY JANE AUSTEN. I was about halfway through my book when Xander came through the door. "Little, mate. What are you doing?" I showed him my book. "It's my favorite," He nods and sits down next to me. "Xander, can I ask you something?" He nods. "Of course," I told him about everything—the condition of their house. I told him I paid to repipe it and stocked them full of food. I told him about the letters as well. "I haven't gotten a letter," He mutters.

I curse at my clumsiness and after keeping rest of the books in the box, I pick up the book lying on the floor. I dust the dirt from it,as it looks very old. That's when my eyes lay on the book cover. It is 'Pride and Prejudice' by Jane Austen. One of my favourite classics. Elizabeth Bennett is one of my favourite fictional characters. But more than that,this book holds a deeper sentimental value. This is the book that my father gave me ony 10th birthday. He knew about my love for classics,so he suprised me with this.

He too was dressed comfortably, he was sat up comfily in bed, an open book that most likely had his head buried in it, now sat in his lap, open but not even an after thought as he gazed at me. "Was that you secretly complimenting your choice of clothes?" I asked after the shock of his confession had passed over me. He chuckled but kept his eyes trained on me, it was making my stomach flutter and so I quickly changed the subject. "What book are you reading?" "Ah..." It was almost as if he had forgotten he was even reading until I mentioned it. He lifted it very briefly before plopping it once again back down on his legs. "Great expectations, by Charles Dickens. It's very old, but it's my one

Louisa shouted, interrupting the silence in the library with her penetrating voice. Ms Kate threw Louisa a glare from a distance. Sheila smirked before following her friend towards labyrinth of bookshelves. "Did ye find the book?" Sheila whispered, as soon as she stood beside her friend rummaging through the row of books. "I'm still searching," she replied, pulling out a book titled the great expectation by Charles Dickens. "What's the title?" Louisa shoved the book to its stance and pulled out another book, but the title was far from what she expected. She groaned in disappointment. What if someone else took it?

“Thank you, Sir. You won’t regret it.” “That is yet to be seen.” I headed out of the hall and started reading over the papers he had given me. It was a two thousand word essay on the theme of Great Expectations. We hadn’t covered the book in lectures at all. I felt like the whole thing was destined. For him to have picked my favourite book of all time and the inspiration for Pip’s name, it was fate. I tucked the papers into my bag and happily headed for my car. It felt like everything was slotting into place, and I couldn’t wait to get started on the assignment.

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."

He said with a wink. I wanted to say that I was yet to see any real power being given to me yet but instead I smiled politely. I didn't want to awaken the beast inside him. "Thank you" I said awkwardly. "It's no problem," He replied smiling. "So which of Dickens' books is your favorite?" He asked me. "Great Expectations" "Alright, why is that?" "It's much too sad. The way Dickens portrays the characters were well written out and Pip is one character I sympathize with the most. He really went through a lot."

"Only one way to prove that." "Careful, wife." I warned, my voice low and teasing. "I always rise to a challenge." She laughed softly, her gaze falling to the book she’d closed. "Do you know what this book’s about?" I glanced at the title again, pretending to think. "A family, right? Something about poverty and resilience?" She nodded, seeming a bit surprised though she had found the book in the beach house, probably assuming I've never read it. "It’s about overcoming tough beginnings and finding beauty in broken places. It’s sad but also hopeful." Her voice softened and she looked thoughtful.