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•Isabelle's POV• For my first class of the day, which was also my favorite, we chose Pride & Prejudice to analyze passages from. We'd also be reading it this month for the objective. We were focusing on the 1800's and the flow of Jane Austen's words.

I realized that they were a variation of classic novels! "You read too?" I asked him, bewildered. He doesn't seem like one to read... "Yes, I do." Wow, I never expected... "What's your favorite book?" He then asked while I observed the various volumes on his shelf. It's an amazing collection! And did I just saw a first edition Thomas Hardy book? I started to get all hyped as I answered his question. "Pride and Prejudice! It's such a good book, Dom!" He chuckled at my excitement. My cheeks heated up. He licked his lips before speaking...

I threw myself back in the teal armchair, annoyed that I didn't discover anything. Then I see it. An old copy of Pride and Prejudice. But what strikes me is that this is not the only copy of this book I've spotted on her shelves. In the 11th grade, we were assigned the book for our English literature class. While I love to read, I do not like being told what I should or shouldn't read. I complained to my mother that there was no sense in reading 18th-century chick lit that has no place in today's world. My mother laughed at that and told me that it was one of her favorite books. She said it was the ultimate love story where both characters are forced to face their flaws and grow as people, t

She looks around at the unfamiliar surrounding. The walls were painted in white and gold, the bed she was sitting on was big with satin bed sheets. The wall above was adorned by a beautiful chandelier. She felt like she was in paradise. Her eyes traveled around the room till they set on the woman sitting on the chair beside her with a book in her hand. Pride and prejudice was the title of the book. In her perspective the woman was gorgeous and screamed of royalty. From her hair pin, to her jewelry and to her dress.

Actually, what might be more affecting is how much he seems to enjoy teasing me with it. I stand up and offer him a hand. He gets to his feet on his own. I roll my eyes. Men . We finally go back inside and settle on the couch, each with a book, me in my spot and Ryan in his spot. His looks like a spy or thriller novel. I'm reading Pride and Prejudice for the first time. I'd always meant to read it, but just never had the time. Now that I've got nothing but time, I'm beginning to realize that I should have read this book sooner. I'm loving it.

Sir Walter Elliot, of Kellynch Hall, in Somersetshire, was a man who, for his own amusement, never took up any book but the Baronetage; there he found occupation for an idle hour, and consolation in a distressed one; there his faculties were roused into admiration and respect, by contemplating the limited remnant of the earliest patents; there any unwelcome sensations, arising from domestic affairs changed naturally into pity and contempt as he turned over the almost endless creations of the last century; and there, if every other leaf were powerless, he could read his own history with an interest which never failed. This was the page at which the favourite volume always opened:

If she finds out that I spent the night with the King. Thinking about it my face started to burn, remembering everything we had done. He took me in different positions, giving me great pleasure in all of them. Johannes was deliciously wonderful. I was very happy and dying to read a beautiful novel, so I chose a human book, Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. Yes I know. Darcy may not be considered an excellent man, but Elizabeth also has her flaws and I love to see how the two evolve during the plot. When the clock strikes noon, I get up and decide to go back to my room and wait for Johannes, as he wants to have lunch with me.

He follows it up with silk hand gloves which he drops on my palms. Quietly, I follow his orders, taking care not to rip the hand gloves with my hastiness. "You can open it now." He pronounces. "You can't get much cleaner than that." With shaky hands, I skim the hand cover of the book, running my fingers through it and feeling the hard leather beneath my tips. Flipping it open, I stare in shock at the words written there. Pride and prejudice. Written by Jane Austen. Edited by William Gifford.

I was right, this was a reader's paradise. I had set up a small table adorned with white linen.Seated there, with a view of the sprawling garden and a distant glimpse of the skyline, I opened "Pride and Prejudice" once more. I couldn't help but lose myself in the beauty of the words, in the world of 19th-century England where love and wit danced together. Even at the cellar door, reading was my way of shutting the world out, I had a lot of special privileges and some of that was the books Antonio gives me monthly.

Davis. "Hello, Miss Adams." I couldn't hide my surprise, and he chuckled at my reaction. "Hello." "Are you done with your lectures?" "Yes." "I see." He glanced at the book in my hands. "What are you reading?" "Pride and Prejudice." "A classic. Good choice." "It's my favorite book... I've lost count of how many times I've read it." "It's truly remarkable." He was looking at me, smiling. I felt slightly uncomfortable and lowered my gaze to the book.