Novel & Cerita The Works Of Shakespeare

(Ashley's POV) "William Shakespeare during his life wrote at least 37 plays, 154 sonnets, and several poems, that we know of, also, there are many "lost plays" and plays that Shakespeare collaborated on, which means Shakespeare wrote an average of 1.5 plays a year since he first started writing in 1589," as our professor continued explaining about Shakespeare and his legendary work a paper ball suddenly strike the back of my head causing me to immediately snap my head towards the person who dare distracted me.

"What's Shakespeare?" There's a snicker from the back of the class. "That is enough, Jack," snaps Mr Kalkowski. "If Jennifer has not thus far been exposed to the works of Shakespeare, then it is our task to amend that. Shakespeare, Jennifer, is the playwright who scripted this work, one of the greatest playwrights the world has seen. Many would argue, the greatest. If you turn to page twenty-three, you will find our starting point. Jack, since you have so much to say, you may begin the reading." Jennifer turns to the page as Jack stands to the rear of the class. He's tall and bulkily built with sulky, sour features. He begins to read, speaking slowly and clums

“You see, William is highly prolific. He was the known English literary writer before and that made sense on why everyone brand him with that kind of reputation.” He take one step forward before facing the board this time. “Since centuries upon centuries of poetry enthusiasts concur that he’s one of the greatest poets that has ever lived, it’s only fitting we call him “the Poet.” The bulk of Shakespeare’s work was penned in the latter half of the 16th century. Yet, even today, many of his poems continue to be read, analysed and studied.” I look at the words he wrote this time. “Shakespearean Sonnet.” I read in whisper.

She’s speechless. I merely recap, verbatim, “The descent into darkness by an antihero in Macbeth. The comedic relief of Much Ado About Nothing. The intensity of Othello. The romanticism and tragedy of Romeo and Juliet, of course. And the magical fantasy of The Tempest. Then... There’s the madness of Hamlet.” “I—” Words apparently fail her. So I give a shrug and modestly say, “They’re not first editions or from the original Globe, but they are from the Globe.”

“These are…these are expensive, Fiona. These are books from the locked shelves behind Jack’s register, aren’t they?” He gently thumbed through the first book, peered at the copyright and glanced at the others surrounding him. “Holy shit!” he chuckled. “I mean, these are The Works of William Shakespeare, from fucking 1880—all ten volumes. Are you kidding me?” When he looked up at her, his eyes were a shimmering dazzle of blue. Fiona laughed at his excitement, happy to watch his giddy, almost childlike