Pride And Prejudice Book With Letters นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Isak and Aidan were trickier, as we had Harris, Pam, and Malcolm as middlemen. Writing the letters was… interesting. It took away the physical aspect of our interactions. I got to know each of them better in the written word. I won’t lie and say the letters were innocent or even PG13. Adian’s letters were extremely steamy to the point at times. It felt like we were collaborating on sex scenes for a smutty book I’d read in a book club. Isak’s letters were sweet and endearing, especially compared to Aidan’s, and then there was Albert’s, whose letters were a mixture. I probably shouldn’t have brought their letters with me on break, but I couldn’t leave them behind and wanted to read them again—

Unable to help myself, I speak up. “What is your favorite book, Gloria?” She looks over at us, surprised by my question. “I’m Ashley.” I smile as I hold my hand out and gently shake her little hand. She smiles. “Hello, Ashley.” She reaches up and cups my face in her hand. “God blessed you, my love.” I frown. “I’m sorry?” “You are so beautiful.” I smile bashfully, embarrassed by her attention. “Pride and Prejudice.” She smiles a soft, far away smile. ‘If only I could read it one more time.”

It was a bridge between his past and our present. In the center of the room stood the crib. It was mahogany, dark and rich, polished to a mirror shine. It looked sturdy enough to survive an earthquake. And above it... Above the crib hung a mobile. But not plastic animals. It was made of delicate glass stars and... pages. I walked closer. The "stars" were folded from paper. "Are those..." I reached out to touch one. "Alex, are these book pages?" "First editions," he murmured, standing behind me. "Pride and Prejudice. Jane Eyre. The Great Gatsby."

Her heart thudded in her chest as she untied the ribbon and lifted the lid. Inside was a book. A rare first edition of Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice, its leather-bound cover delicate yet immaculate. She gasped, her fingers brushing over the gilt lettering. Nestled beside it was a small, cream-colored card. She picked it up, her breath catching as she read the elegant script: “For a literature enthusiast. —N.B.”

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.”

The inside was lined with deep crimson velvet, its folds cradling fragments of a love story buried beneath centuries of silence. First, his eyes fell on a neat stack of delicate letters, tied together with a pale gold ribbon now fraying with age. The parchment was brittle, the ink faded to a soft sepia, but the looping handwriting remained elegant and unmistakably intimate. Liam’s fingers trembled slightly as he untied the bundle and caught a glimpse of the opening lines: “To my dearest light, Zenobia…” He drew a sharp breath “These are Prince Richard’s letters…” he murmured, wonder threading through his voice “These are his words to her… to Queen Zenobia.”

--- The response that mattered most arrived in April. It was not a review. It was a letter—a handwritten letter, forwarded by the publisher, from a woman in the north of England who had read the book in February when it had appeared in her local library. The letter was written on blue paper, the kind that was sold in packets at stationery shops, the paper with the watermark that indicated it was good quality without being expensive. The handwriting was careful—the handwriting of someone who had taken time to form the letters correctly, who had perhaps written multiple drafts before settling on the final version.

"His gift?" "Yes. It should have arrived last week. A rare first edition of 'Pride and Prejudice.' He mentioned it was your favorite." Jane's favorite book was "Valley of the Dolls"—she'd never expressed interest in Jane Austen. This was a test. "Oh, that gift." Lyra scrambled for a response. "Yes, it was... wonderful. Please thank him for me." "You can thank him yourself tomorrow," Amelia replied. "Good evening, Mrs. Blackwood."

, I was never going to get in a habit of the mojo he does. “Well I went up there to bring this book for you, I know you are doing English major in your university and I also got to know you are a big fan of Jane Austin so I thought to give you a present of Pride and prejudice first ever edition, trust me it is very limited”, fir the first time I could see the spark in Elvin eyes when he giving me the book. “So you were there when it got published”, I asked with so much excitement for the first time both of us were excited, “I’ve had my ways”, he chuckled.