Young Adult Classic Books Mga Nobela at Kwento

I smiled, “Of course. Help yourself.” She looked at the large selection and asked, “I would love to read, Little Women. Is that okay?” I smiled, “Of course. That one is a classic in the human world. It is really good.” She sat in the corner of the sectional and stretched out on the short end while I sat at my desk and started entering receipts. When Isaac came back with a cardboard carton of food, he had another filled with a variety of cakes and cookies, “They aren’t as good as my mate’s homemade treats, but they are delicious.”

‘Yes, madam,’ she replied in a tone barely respectful. ‘Millicent, while you are waiting, read that.’ She turned the copy of she had been reading, on its head and pushed it across the table, scattering her breakfast crockery and nearly tipping the milk jug over. I rescued the milk and then studied the open pages for some time. I couldn’t concentrate. What was I supposed to be reading? ‘You’ve lost me. It’s mainly ads for high-class plant nurseries, horse tackle and nanny agencies.’

I deserved better, this stupid year was just kicking my ass. Assuring myself of this, I took a deep breath out, running a hand through my hair as I crossed the road, headed straight into the library, putting my phone into my jacket pocket. The town library was exceptionally big, not too large though, but I must admit could hold quite a lot of books as they were rows upon rows. I made my way straight to the books about fantasy creatures, realizing that they were surprisingly many. Young Adult fantasy is a thing...like a big deal, I noted reading through so interesting titles, but not the specific one I was looking for.

I watched her as she expertly logged the books and placed it on the cart by the section it should be placed on. “It’s The Night of the Holy Grail.” August halted in the middle of turning over an old copy of Don Quixote. I knew that would get her attention. In the weeks I’ve known August, there is nothing she loves more than everything classic and medieval. She quickly flickered her eyes on me before returning to her work.

I loved going up the staircase, so that was where my books were kept. I didn’t expect it to still be there—I was just curious what was—but I was shocked to find it fully stocked. The young adult novels still sat, but the collection had expanded to two shelves. Classics from Charlotte Brontë and Jane Austen, the entire Harry Potter series, and many others lined up together. One in particular caught my eye—La Belle et la Bête by Gabrielle-Suzanne Barbot de Villeneuve. The origin of the Beauty and the Beast fairy tale.

It’s not a particularly good smell—no one would make a cologne out of it—but it eases my chest and makes me feel languid and weightless, like I’m floating in space. I’m hardly paying attention as Justus takes all the books out of the crate to get a hardback at the very bottom. I hadn’t noticed it earlier. It’s an old children’s book. Thumbelina. The fabric cover is threadbare in places, and the gold embossed lettering is tarnished. I remember the story vaguely from the early years at Moon Lake Academy. It’s a human fairy tale.

A water bottle, a pair of children's glasses, and the rest were all colorful novels! She casually skimmed through them and almost choked on her saliva. "CEO's Pursuit of Wife Hustle," "Thirty-Six Techniques for Chasing Wives," "Demon Campus Hunk's Guide to Flirting," "Campus Hunk's Love Lessons"... Diana: ... What on earth are these trashy things! She looked at the little kid in front of her with a pained expression on her face. The young boy stared at her with his big, inky eyes, fully focused.

Miss Bolanle repeated herself and I sat up straight. 'I... I think...' I cleared my throat. 'I think they are necessary books to escape realities for a while. Books like that served as companions for most of while growing up.' She nodded and she started to say something else to the class. Classics were like my sanctuary while growing up. I was especially fond of Cinderella and Thumbelina's story. I actually thought a fairy godmother would appear or a swallow would turn up to fly me out of my big yet empty childhood. Miss Bolanle excused herself from the class even though we still had like 20 minutes more and the class broke into loud murmurs when she left. I started packing my books when I f

"How about you, what do you like to read?" Sandy grimaced. "Nothing that dense. I'm more the dime store novel type. I like medical mysteries, thrillers, things like that." "C'mon, there's a great little used book shop over there, I'll see if we can't find something for you." When we got there I headed straight for the classics. "Here, you should try this one." I pulled a book off the shelf and showed it to her. She looked at the green jacket. "'Jane Eyre'? Really? Isn't this, like, some sappy romance?"

She adores this book! -You have such an elegant taste, Ma'am! The woman laughed at the comment. She found her spontaneousness brave and cute: - Well thank you, young lady. You are fluttering me with those compliments. - Oh I'm not! you deserve it. Nowadays, not many people are interested in classics. - I would say that not many are interested in detective fiction. Because I observe many young women interested in classic romances. So, are you one of them? - I used to read romantic novels when I was younger. Now, only mysteries and murders are thrilling me.