Long Classic Books Novels & Stories

She looked stunned when they brought her into the room, something we're all used to when someone outside the family sees Pop's largess for the first time up-close and personal. "Wow, what is this?" She gravitated to the books that lined one wall, all classics, most of which were collector's editions. "Is this an original Herodotus?" She pulled her hand back from the volume making the twins laugh, and me smile. She acts like Pop and Uncle Garrett with books. They swear the rest of us are heathens because we don't all genuflect before the greats like they do.

They were, after all, close friends. "I would be happy if you do that. I mean I only live in this place with my brother, who, you already know about his condition and the maids, whom I can't share many things with. Having a friend over sounds good to me." After touring the place for one hour straight they rested on the lounge on the ground floor of the library. The beige seating with golden lining matched the room perfectly. The wooden vintage long coffee table was put i the middle and there were some flower arrangements in the middle. It made the room looked more alive. She had picked up a book title which interested her. It was a classic vintage book made in the late nineteenth century. It

The elderly lady smiled warmly. “I know exactly what you need, come with me.” She walked out from behind the counter, pointing me in the direction before her. I nodded, tailing her behind. She stopped in front of a bookshelf that held romance novels in alphabetical order. “These are classics..old-time but sure to warm both your hearts,” she glanced at Adrian and back at me. “Oh no, no,” I smiled, grabbing a book from the shelf. “These are just for me,” I added and smiled sheepishly.

I hoped whatever I was looking for wasn’t hidden in a fake book—there were thousands of books in here. Knowing my uncle, though, he wouldn’t choose any book. He’d choose something with significance. I checked the sections for his favorite authors. Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Taras Shevchenko, Leo Tolstoy, Alexander Dovzhenko…he had a soft spot for Russian and Ukrainian classics. Said they grounded him in his roots. But no, all the books were real. My eyes flitted over the rest of the library and landed on the limited-edition chess set in the corner. The pieces were still arranged in the same pattern from our last game.

I walked slowly along the shelves, running my fingers along the spines of books, reading titles. There were a lot of books in Greek, which I couldn't read. Some in what looked like Russian—more Cyrillic letters. Those were probably for Zade. But there was also an entire section in English. I moved closer, examining the titles more carefully. And stopped in surprise. These weren't just random books. This was a carefully curated collection. There were classics I'd mentioned loving in conversations with my father over the years. Pride and Prejudice. Jane Eyre. Wuthering Heights.

“Tell me this doesn’t look like it crawled out of a Victorian ghost story.” Clara laughed softly despite herself. “Please tell me you didn’t adopt another haunted object.” “It was in the donation stack Thomas dropped off last week.” Lena placed it carefully on the counter. “I swear, Clara, it felt like it wanted to be found.” Clara rolled her eyes gently. “Books don’t want things.” “They absolutely do,” Lena insisted. “They just can’t shout.” Clara reached for the book. The leather was thin and soft from age. The corners were worn smooth, as though it had passed through many hands. She opened it slowly.

I sighed a little to myself as the bathroom door closed behind him, taking a seat at one of the sofas much like he had before me. I picked up the book he had been reading, a well worn hardcover. It was War and Peace. I'd spent night reading it over and over. By now, I had nearly memorised it, along with a few other classics my nanny had slipped to me surreptitiously. I flipped to the first page of the book, gasping. It was a first edition! These were hard to come by, specially for someone like me. Eagerly, I flipped to the page he had bookmarked.

Claude stood up from his armchair and replied: “Follow me” Claude took Carl to the old library connected to the study. The library looked aged and dark, as if it belonged to a fairytale castle: “The majority of books are written in Latin. I will teach you the language so you can read them” said Claude. “Did you see that red velvet book? Put your hand on it but don’t move it” Carl obeyed the order. Claude put his hand on another book: A big golden one. Then he said: “In three, pull it gently but firmly. One, two, three. And Voila!”

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I am aware that he is like looking at my face for a long time and is keep on glancing at me. “Ahmmnn a book entitled Wuthering Heights by Emily Bonte, Nicholas Nickleby by Charles Dickens, and hemmnn Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen.” I said as I look into the books there. “I see, those are rare books now since they are old and people nowadays don’t like sad and pure narration stories.” Henry said and I just nod. Henry is now helping me through the pile of books. It was almost 30 minutes yet we haven’t found one of the 3 books.