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It was here, amidst the hushed whispers of knowledge, that Jasmine’s life took an unexpected turn. She had come to return a book, a first edition of Pride and Prejudice that her grandmother had gifted her. It was irreplaceable, a piece of her family’s history, and she’d been meticulous about keeping it safe. But in her haste to grab a book on the top shelf, she’d accidentally swapped it with someone else’s. When she realized her mistake, she’d already left the library, and the book she’d taken home was not hers. The book she’d ended up with was a first edition of The Great Gatsby, its cover embossed with gold lettering.

The old man looked up at Noah, then at Samantha. In the past, he has only that they were somewhat alike but not very alike. But now, the more he looked at them, the more he felt that they resembled each other. .... ... .... Dear readers, please endeavor to drop a comment after every read. Also please click on the love sign at the top of the book details to add my book to your library so that you can continue to get an update.. Thank you so much for reading my book, Next update will come so soon.

“I’m not certain. Do you remember those middle grade books we read as kids, the ones with two sides? You read a story through one side, it ended in the middle, then you flipped the book and read a different story from the other side?” I nod. As a kid I didn’t like to read any more than I do now, but I do remember those. “Yeah. They were the only kinds of books I really liked, those and the ‘Choose Your Own Adventure’ books. Are you saying these stories are like . . . ?” Gavin shakes his head and leans forward. “Not the CYA books. Those were about choosing your own fate. No, Jesse and Scott’s stories are like those flip-book stories: they have the same characters, similar settings, but comple

Since she had woken me up from sleep and I couldn't go back to bed, I decided to read my favorite novel of all time – The Great Gatsby. I closed the book as soon as I heard loud sounds coming from Justin's apartment. "Is that? Oh my God, that is Grace moaning." I said with the realization. How shameless can they both be? I had a feeling she was deliberately doing that to spike me up and it was working. I tried to concentrate and go back to the book I was reading but her moans were just getting louder – I needed to get out of here. I picked up my phone and dialed Stella's number. It was the only thing my head could come up with at that time.

The two of them opened their books and read, serenaded by the crackling and popping of wood, the atmosphere warm and comfortable. Within the first few pages of The Great Gatsby, her mind was transported back to 1920s New York. It had been a while since she read an actual book, most of her reading pleasure dedicated to fashion magazines and social media. She hated to admit she was glad there was no Wi-Fi or cell phone service in this neck of the woods. Chris explained earlier that he wanted this place to be a rustic respite from the busyness and time-suck electronics

“But both are Nintendo, so the vibe here is still good” “How about books? Do you have a favorite?”, she asks. “Grapes of Wrath”, I answer and her shock over my answer doesn’t go unnoticed. “You”? “The Great Gatsby”, she says. Wow, that’s depressing! “So tragic”, I told her. “Speak for yourself”, she says, and we both laugh again because both books are probably equally depressing! “Favorite movie?” I asked her. “Love, Actually”, she says sadly. “Serious? Isn’t that a little before your time?” I said.

He’s going to go far. He said he might stop by later so I prepare some extra food and leave it in the oven in case he does stop by and he’s hungry. Once I’m done eating I head into my room with Porsha and sit in my chair, scrolling through I*******m. Porsha jumps into her matching chair and we hang out for a while. I light a couple of candles and get into my bed, plugging my phone in and grabbing my book. I’m currently reading The Great Gatsby, a classic.

"I can ask for anything?" "Well, sure. Anything within reason." I wanted to snort. "What does that mean?" I walked over to the bookshelf and scanned the titles. There were titles I'd never seen before and several I had, like Wuthering Heights, The Great Gatsby, and To Kill a Mockingbird.

I am aware that he is like looking at my face for a long time and is keep on glancing at me. “Ahmmnn a book entitled Wuthering Heights by Emily Bonte, Nicholas Nickleby by Charles Dickens, and hemmnn Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen.” I said as I look into the books there. “I see, those are rare books now since they are old and people nowadays don’t like sad and pure narration stories.” Henry said and I just nod. Henry is now helping me through the pile of books. It was almost 30 minutes yet we haven’t found one of the 3 books.