Pride And Prejudice Leather Bound Book Novels & Stories

I curse at my clumsiness and after keeping rest of the books in the box, I pick up the book lying on the floor. I dust the dirt from it,as it looks very old. That's when my eyes lay on the book cover. It is 'Pride and Prejudice' by Jane Austen. One of my favourite classics. Elizabeth Bennett is one of my favourite fictional characters. But more than that,this book holds a deeper sentimental value. This is the book that my father gave me ony 10th birthday. He knew about my love for classics,so he suprised me with this.

she said. Later that afternoon, Annabelle found herself walking beside Susan, a contented smile on her face. The bookstore was a cozy, welcoming place, filled with the scent of old paper and coffee. Annabelle felt like she was in heaven, and she lost herself in the aisles, her fingers tracing the spines of books she had only dreamed of owning. She found a small, old copy of Pride and Prejudice, her favorite book, and she hugged it close, a silent promise to herself to read it again, slowly, savoring every word.

He just grins and munches on his bread. Smiling, I unwrap it carefully. It’s actually two books, housed in a red slipcase. The books are bound in what I think is red Morocco leather. The spines have raised bands and are lettered in gilt. One isAlice’s Adventures in Wonderland, the other isThrough the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There. Both the copies bear a dedication: ‘Margaret Evelyn Hardy from the Author, Christmas 1871.’ One of them contains a piece of paper that explains their origin.

I tasted it on my tongue — bitter and metallic. At the center of the room stood a stone altar, draped in heavy black cloth that spilled onto the floor like a pool of ink. A single book rested on top. Its cover was dark, almost oily-looking, bound with broad strips of leather and clasped at the corners with dull silver that caught the candlelight and threw it back in cold glints. Behind it stood the prince. He didn’t look at us right away. His head was bowed, one hand tracing along the book’s spine with something almost tender. Lady Senna and the armored man flanked him like twin pillars of judgment, their expressions carved from ice.

She wasn't sure if she was ready to risk her heart again, especially not with someone she barely knew. As she finally found the "Pride and Prejudice" she was searching for, nestled amongst a collection of dusty tomes, a wave of relief washed over her. It was a beautiful edition, the leather cover worn but supple, the pages yellowed with age. It was a treasure, a piece of literary history that she would cherish.

He raised his eyebrows and sat down. " Pride and prejudice. Chapter 31. Go and look for it . " Wow ,i was amazed! I thought he was serious when he said he didn't knew anything about this book. I swallowed my spittle and ,put on a disposable glove,then took a cotton pad. I shook my head for him to remove his tee shirt. "Well..uhhmm..no..i've never done this before you know..i'm a bit prude..No girl has ever seen my body.."

There was something inside her that was asking her to grab the book and read it – and she did. It was placed on the third shelf from the floor. It actually caught her attention, for it was not in line with the other books – it was slightly protruding from the shelf. The book’s cover was made of leather – she was so astounded. It was a little bit heavier and bigger in size than a normal book.

I wanted to read, to do something that reminded me of normalcy. I looked at my growing shelf of books and decided to pick Pride and Prejudice. It was one of my favorite books as I was a sucker for romance novels. I flipped to the first page and began. "It is a truth, universally acknowledged, that a man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife."

But when she pulled it free, her breath stopped. The book was unlike anything she had ever seen. Its cover was bound in leather so dark it seemed almost black, though in the right light it shimmered faintly with hues of deep crimson. Strange symbols—curved, jagged, and foreign—were etched into its surface, pressed deep into the hide like scars. No title marked its spine. A lock, thin and ancient-looking, sealed its pages.

As the wrapping paper falls away, a book is revealed. Max turns it around in his hands, "Pride and Prejudice?" Embarrassment wracks her nerves with the worry that he won't like the gift. "I know you said you loved the book growing up. I'm sure you already have it, but I wanted to get you a nice, leatherbound version. They even engraved your name on the inside. A first edition was too expensive for me, unfortunately." Max stares at the cover, his mouth hanging open. When he regains his words, he says, "Maryanne. . . I don't know what to say. It's very sweet."