Novel & Cerita Novel By Anthony Burgess

I flinched. Even though I hated the rumpled, mismatched two-piece she wore—blue and purple? Really?—I couldn’t take my eyes off her. To be fair, I paid enough for my staff to wear killer corporate looks, my instinct argued. Another woman behind the counter, grabbed the book from her. “He released a new one?” she asked, practically bouncing. “Man is on fire!” It was clear they were talking about Anthony’s latest novel. But what I couldn’t understand was... why did I care?

She would usually do it herself but now that she wasn't here, Anthony felt lost. He decided to distract himself from thinking about her by watching some TV, but it got boring real soon. "Mr. DeMarco, sorry to bother you again." It was the housekeeper again. Anthony looked at her. "You are not bothering me. Is there something wrong?" he asked. "No sir, nothing is wrong. I just found this book lying on the ground. I figured it could be something important, so I thought I would give this to you," she said and handed him a red leather-bound book that looked like a journal.

If he wants to play a game with me, I will do it. …………………………………………………………………. When I wore my clothes, I went to the school garden while carrying my bag. Then, I sat on the bench. After that, I took a novel in my bag entitled ‘The murderer’s perfect crime,’ its writer was Mantus Taylor. Many people around the globe read his book. I opened the book, and I read chapter twenty-seven of it. “So, you are reading my book.” I heard Mantus say to me. So, I looked at him. He is holding two sandwiches right now. He is also wearing his watch in his right arm.

Chapter 2 Despite my efforts to remain composed, I couldn't help but notice how Burgess had changed over the years. Where once he had been sharp and flamboyant, he now exuded a sense of poise and composure that was unnerving. I begrudgingly acknowledged his charm, understanding why he attracted so many women. But beneath his polished exterior lay a darkness that sent shivers down my spine. mother's warm greeting was met with Burgess's indifference, his gaze barely flickering in our direction. The way he looked at us reminded me of how he used to gaze at stray animals or even beggars, a mixture of curiosity and disdain that made my skin crawl.