Novels By Jane Austen Novels & Stories

But somehow, with her, I was losing control all over again. Every damn thing reminded me of her. Even this room, neat, warm, filled with shelves of books. My eyes lingered on the titles stacked perfectly by the wall. Jane Austen. Oscar Wilde. Emily Brontë. She loved those. I could still remember the way she’d sit by the window with a cup of tea, reading for hours. She’d hum softly, sometimes reading out loud lines she found beautiful. And I’d tease her, tell her those old books made no sense but secretly, I liked listening.

"Humm..Sense and..sen-si-bi-li-ty.. by Ja-ne..oh well..Jane Austen. Who's this?" I was looking for some ointments and medicines in the First aid kit. "Are you serious? " "Yeah.. I don't know this author!" "You mean,that you actually READ BOOKS!?" "Sometimes..only if there's a movie adaptation! Who's she?" "Do you know ,the characters Elizabeth Benet or Mr. Fidzwilliam Darcy?" "Who's that?" " Seriously though..haven't you read Pride and Prejudice?" "Hummm i don't know..!"

I know the dialogs by hard and yet, I still enjoy it every time I rewatch it. “It’s based on a book...” “By Jane Austen, I know,” I reply with a cocky smile. “It was my mother’s favorite novel in the whole world. I actually was named after that book.” “You were?!” He exclaims amused. “I’m surprised that you like this movie... it’s kind of cheesy,” I point out.

So while he stands behind me watching me, which both intimidates and excites me, I take each book out, one by one, pulling them from the bookcase, some wonderful editions of Jane Austen, Dickens, Ovid, Homer, Kundera and then 'For Whom the Bell Tolls' and, finally, Lolita. As I put Lolita on the top pile, I let out a sigh. I feel Paul slowly approach from behind me.

He started to help her unpack her books, glancing at the spines as they started to shelve them in a tiny bookshelf that wouldn’t hold even half of her collection. Jane Austen, Charlotte Brontë, Elizabeth Gaskell, John Keats, Shakespeare, Virginia Woolf, Charles Dickens—so many books, most of which had clearly been read over and over again. Some were falling apart, barely glued together. When he took out a copy of Frankenstein, the cover fell off entirely. “Oh, poor guy. This one has been through a lot.” Rose took the book from him, smiling. That smile burst something inside him. Something hot, something dangerous. Something that felt exactly like longing. He caught his breath and forced hims

Ri says as he walks up the last few steps. I walk up the last few steps and move to stand next to Ri. Natural light filters in through the room. The entirety of the walls is covered in books. In the middle of the room are white sofas and mahogany round coffee tables. "Wow. This is amazing." "It's my favorite part of the house," he says and moves to sit on the sofa's armrest. I walk to one wall eager to see the kind of books they keep. I skim through the names of books and they all classic novels. All of Jane Austen's novels from Pride and Prejudice to The Watsons, take up one shelf. Above that shelf are Oscar Wilde novels.

She says, returning to fetch the baby from her room. Katie and I spent all day at the nun's rental house. Katie has told me most of the day that I should be proud of what I am doing for them. I told Katie that it wasn't enough. I told her that I wanted to design them a new orphanage, and she thought that was a great idea. Julia came for Bane about an hour ago. I've been reading my favorite book. THE PRIDE AND PREJUDICE BY JANE AUSTEN.

“Favorite novelist?” “Jane Austen. Pride and Prejudice, before you ask.” “By God, boy!” he exclaimed in glee and clapped his hands. “We have a keeper with this one!” He turned to me again. “Second favorite?” I chewed my lip for a second. “Dickens or Louisa May Alcott. It’s tough, but Alcott might just win out. Her ability to create a whole cast of compelling, lovable characters – not just one or two – is something I’ve yet to find in another writer.”

When I turned to the kitchen to make breakfast, I noticed a big parcel wrapped in a red ribbon with a note, I know you always wanted this edition. I hope you like it. P.S. Breakfast is on the pan. E A smile lit up my face as I tugged off the red ribbon and opened the gift paper to reveal a beautiful hardcover of one of my favorite authors, Jane Austen. It was The Complete Novels of Jane Austen in lilac purple leather-bound hardcover. The book was heavy, but I was in utter awe at its beauty and the intricate design on the front cover. I loved it. I adored it, and I knew if I could, I would keep this edition on a pedestal.

She picked up many books individually and made a pile of them. "When will you read so many books?" Nina asked surprisingly. "When your boss is not around," Elaina winked and started looking for books again. She picked up books from famous authors like Jane Austin, Sarah, Colleen Hoover, and Anna Huang. Nina shook her head and made her way toward the exit.