Pride And Prejudice Book Age Rating Novels & Stories

Wooden crates repurposed as shelves lined one of the shorter walls, packed with books of all shapes and sizes, and Ashlyn couldn't help the gasp that passed her lips when she saw the worn copy of Pride and Prejudice that poked out from the center. She took the book in her hand and turned a bright smile on Derek. She pointed to him, then to the book, she clutched against her chest. She didn't know he was a reader — a fan of Mr. Darcy, no less. Derek's sun-kissed cheeks took on a red undertone when he nodded. Ashlyn's heart stuttered, her admiration for this man growing.

Ed handed over another book. Ruby accepted it and immediately snorted. She snorted, not out of disagreement, but to suppress her laughter. After failing miserably, she chuckled, covering her face with the book. “Laugh and say the book is bad.” Ed wasn’t offended. He already knew how Ruby would react. “I would never call ‘Pride and Prejudice’ bad. It’s a masterpiece. It’s just you... reading this?! I feel forced to imagine two different worlds united.” Ruby sighed to keep her laughter at bay.

Throughout the middle Six months later: Last year of Eighth Grade: I am outside sitting on the bench. "Virgin... Cherry..." "Virgin... Cherry..." The classmates mocked me. I just kept reading my favorite book, Pride and Prejudice, while sitting on the bench. I just love the storyline with Mr. Darcy and Lizzie." He is a serious character, and she is a fun, outgoing, adventurous young lady. I was in the middle of the part when Lizzie and Mr. Darcy kissed.

All equality of alliance must rest with Elizabeth, for Mary had merely connected herself with an old country family of respectability and large fortune, and had therefore given all the honour and received none: Elizabeth would, one day or other, marry suitably. It sometimes happens that a woman is handsomer at twenty-nine than she was ten years before; and, generally speaking, if there has been neither ill health nor anxiety, it is a time of life at which scarcely any charm is lost. It was so with Elizabeth, still the same handsome Miss Elliot that she had begun to be thirteen years ago, and Sir Walter might be excused, therefore, in forgetting her age, or, at least, be deemed only half a fo

She wove it carefully into her hair, securing an artful twist that suggested elegance without effort. The final item waited in tissue paper, modest yet precious beyond measure. Her well-worn copy of Pride and Prejudice bore the gentle scars of countless readings, its spine creased from years of seeking comfort in Austen’s wit. She had been clutching this very book the day she first encountered Henry Wynthorne properly, not merely as her parents’ friends’ son, but as a man whose laugh could illuminate an entire room. He had glanced at the cover with genuine curiosity, and she had treasured that moment of shared literary interest ever since. Perhaps tonight, she might finally find the courage

Next to it, placed purposefully at the center, was a single book. Its cover gleamed softly under the chandelier’s light. Deep emerald leather, trimmed in gold. The title: Pride and Prejudice. Emilia froze. She turned slowly back to Max, blinking. “Is this…?” He nodded. “A first edition. Signed by Jane Austen herself.” Her mouth parted, but no words came. “I ruined your original copy in high school,” Max continued. “Dropped it in the fountain during that stupid dare. You were furious.”

Pride & Prejudice is in the public domain; however, giving credit where credit is due, it is the work of the absolutely brilliant Jane Austen. Anything you recognize is hers, the rest is mine. I'm just taking the opportunity to shake things up a bit. Or rather take the good fortune and coincidence scattered throughout the work and cranking it up a notch or three. Chapter 1