Pride and Prejudice

I come full circle - from my new Pride and Prejudice fanfiction to the original masterpiece. 40 pages 40 posted.

As I wrote on the book's first page, 

Happy 200th anniversary, 

P&P. May my humble book honor this extraordinary date.

Happy 40th birthday to me. 

May the next 40 bring as much fun!

Pride and Prejudice

Jane Austen

Chapter 7

page 40

"‘Mamma,’ cried Lydia, ‘my aunt says that Colonel Forster and Captain Carter do not go so often to Miss Watson’s as they did when they first came; she sees them now very often standing in Clarke’s library.’

Mrs. Bennet was prevented replying by the entrance of the footman with a note for Miss Bennet; it came from Netherfield, and the servant waited for an answer. Mrs. Bennet’s eyes sparkled with pleasure, and she was eagerly calling out, while her daughter read,
‘Well, Jane, who is it from? What is it about? What does he say? Well, Jane, make haste and tell us; make haste, my love.’

‘It is from Miss Bingley,’ said Jane, and then read it aloud.

‘MY DEAR FRIEND,—
‘If you are not so compassionate as to dine to-day with Louisa and me, we shall be in danger of hating each other for the rest of our lives, for a whole day’s tete-a-tete between two women can never end without a quarrel.

Come as soon as you can on receipt of this. My brother and the gentlemen are to dine with the officers.—Yours ever,

‘CAROLINE BINGLEY.’"

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Just imagine what a match-making mama can do with such a note?

Marrrvelous!

So, since December I´ve posted 40 awesome books:

1- 45 days in Europe with Mr. Darcy

2- Jane Eyre

3-  Naked determination

4-  Orgulho e Preconceito

5-  Death comes to Pemberley

6- Inferno

7- Northanger Abbey

8-  A Abadia de Northanger

9- The Mists of Avalon - book 1

10-  The Jane Austen book club

11-  Friendship of a special kind

12-  Colours and years

13-  The ocean at the end of the lane

14- One day

15-  A clash of kings

16-  As esganadas

17-  Poirot salva o criminoso

18-  North and South

19-  The bloody chamber

20-  Twilight

21-  Austenland

22-  Bridget Jones's diary

23-  Breakfast at Tiffany's

24-  Image or Likeness

25-  Tarantula

26-  Dead to the world

27-  Em algum lugar do passado

28-  Quando Nietzsche chorou

29-  Emma

30-  Pollyanna

31-  Lady Susan

32-  A Ladeira da Saudade

33-  The beach

34-  The dead zone

35-  Mansfield Park

36-  Persuasion

37-  The girl with the dragon tattoo

38-  High Fidelity

39-  Contos de fim de

40-  Pride and Prejudice

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In other words, hold my hand;
in other words,
Happy birthday to me!!!

Let's toast to a juicy 40!

Disclaimer: 40 pages 40 was my way to celebrate my 40th birthday. It's not easy to accept that 'youth' no longer describes me...
By promoting 40 awesome books I like in no way I intend to dupe the original authors. If you, as me, like what you read, buy them!

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Contos de Fim de Ano Orgulho e Preconceito Fanfics

E olha que já estou chegando no final da minha jornada... livro nº 39. Vou dar uma roubadinha!

Não é a página 40, mas a página 4!

Como nesta Coletânea o meu conto não está nem perto da página 40, escolhi o equivalente... Vamos lá?

Contos de Fim de Ano

Orgulho e Preconceito Fanfics

Um ótimo começo para um tipo especial de Natal
conto complementar a Friendship of a special kind

Moira Bianchi

página 4

"'Claro!’ Lizzy riu, ainda perdida na imagem em suas mãos.

‘E ainda tem mais!’ Darcy continuou.

‘Conta.’ Lizzy riu de novo.

‘Aulas de tango!’ Ele disse e apertou os olhos.

‘Não!’ Ela arregalou os olhos.

‘Sim! E você pode ter tudo isso apenas descobrindo a palavra mágica... ’ Darcy disse, cruzando os braços sobre o peito e olhando para ela com uma expressão séria.

‘Qual é a palavra-chave que você quer que eu diga, meu amor?’ Lizzy ajoelhou na cama para dar um selinho nele.

‘Você acabou de acertar, Querida.’ Ele disse, derretendo-se nos lábios dela. Sempre se derretia.

Desde que se conheceram, em Meryton, enquanto ele passava férias numa insana viagem com oito amigos de escola que não se reuniam havia 30 anos, Darcy sempre se derretia pela linda e misteriosa mulher de curvas deliciosas, que passava três dias por semana na sua cidade natal somente para fazer aulas de espanhol com os amigos de infância. Tanto a curiosidade quanto a libido de Darcy foram presas fáceis para o charme da bela Elizabeth.

De início ele acreditou que era tesão à primeira vista, mas a resistência dela em ter qualquer relacionamento com ele que ultrapassasse o ‘pinto amigo’ alimentou uma paixão que se transformou em amor forte e dominante. Não havia nada que Lizzy fizesse ou falasse que não soasse perfeito aos ouvidos de
Darcy.

Ricky, seu irmão, caçoava dizendo que Darcy ‘bebia’ o que Lizzy dizia, que ele olhava para ela com olhos de Pepe Le Pew, mas ele não ligava. Estava irrevogavelmente encantado pela sua bela namorada de cintura fina, cabelos compridos, seios deliciosamente bem proporcionados, olhos negros expressivos e língua afiada.

Quando ela finalmente admitiu que o amava tanto quanto ele a amava, na ocasião da morte da sua avó querida, Darcy teve alguns minutos de dúvida pensando que ela tinha dito ‘Eu te amo’ movida pela emoção do momento. Lizzy adorava a sua avó paterna, que sofreu muito com Alzheimer, e ficou devastada quando a doença venceu. Darcy ainda sentia a dor de ouvir a voz melodiosa de Lizzy chorando ao telefone, quando ela ligou de Boston para lhe dar a notícia. Ele nem esperou o convite para acompanhá-la ao enterro; ao saber a notícia, ele levantou da sua mesa de trabalho e correu para o aeroporto. Nesse momento de dor, o lugar de Will Darcy era ao lado de Lizzy Bennett, e não comandando sua empresa em Nova York."

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Quando me pediram para sintetizar meu primeiro livro de onde saiu este conto, eu achei que contar a estória de 'Friendship of a special kind ' 

 em poucas linhas era difícil para mim. Pensei, pensei e cheguei a esta conclusão:

*suspiro feliz*


Anúncio: 40 páginas 40 é meu jeitinho de engolir celebrar meu aniversário de 40 anos.
Divulgando esses 40 livros bacanérrimos, de maneira nenhuma quero prejudicar os autores.
Se você, como eu, gosta do que lê, compre o livro!
Todos os 40 livros estão listados aqui na barra lateral. ►

Achei as imagens no Google. Créditos a quem postou primeiro.

High Fidelity

How could I resist?
a cool movie, a cool book, good music, John Cusack & Jack Black.

Here we go, 38th book:

High Fidelity

Nick Hornby

page 40

Chapter Four

"The three of us go to the Harry Lauder. Things are cool with Barry now; Dick filled him in when he came back to the shop, and the two of them are doing their best to look after me. Barry has made me an elaborately annotated compilation tape, and Dick now rephrases his questions four or five times instead of the usual two or three. And they more or less insisted that I came to this gig with them.    

It's an enormous pub, the Lauder, with ceilings so high that the cigarette smoke gathers above your head like a cartoon cloud. It's tatty, and drafty, and the benches have had the stuffing slashed out of them, and the staff are surly, and the regular clientele are either terrifying or unconscious, and the toilets are wet and smelly, and there's nothing to eat in the evening, and the wine is hilariously bad, and the bitter is fizzy and much too cold; in other words, it's a run-of-the-mill north London pub. We don't come here that often, even though it's only up the road, because the bands that usually play here are the kind of abysmal second-division punk group you'd pay half your wages not to listen to. Occasionally, though, like tonight, they stick on some obscure American folk/country artist, someone with a cult following which could arrive together in the same car. The pub's nearly a third full, which is pretty good, and when we walk in Barry points out Andy Kershaw and a guy who writes for Time Out. This is as buzzy as the Lauder ever gets.    

The woman we have come to see is called Marie LaSalle; she's got a couple of solo records out on an independent label, and once had one of her songs covered by Nanci Griffith. Dick says Marie lives here now; he read somewhere that she finds England more open to the kind of music she makes, which means, presumably, that we're cheerfully indifferent rather than actively hostile. There are a lot of single men here, not single as in unmarried, but single as in no friends. In this sort of company the three of us — me morose and monosyllabic, Dick nervy and shy, Barry solicitously self-censoring — constitute a wild and massive office outing.    

There's no support, just a crappy PA system squelching out tasteful country-rock, and people stand around cradling their pints and reading the handbills that were thrust at them on the way in. Marie LaSalle comes onstage (as it were — there is a little platform and a couple of microphones a few yards in front of us) at nine; by five past nine, to my intense irritation and embarrassment, I'm in tears, and the feel-nothing world that I've been living in for the last few days has vanished."

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Top 5 40th pages? Mmmm...
Let me think. 
Hit me, DJ.

Disclaimer: 40 pages 40 is my way to come to terms with celebrate my 40th birthday. By promoting 40 awesome books I like in no way I intend to dupe the original authors. If you, as me, like what you read, buy them!

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The girl with the dragon tattoo

Oh dear, I had to drop this trilogy.
This complex and dark story stick to my head and suddently I couldn't sleep anymore...

But cool was the relationship between Bloomkvist and Berger. I mean, wow!

The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo

Stieg Larsson

Chapter 3

Friday, December 20–Saturday, December 21

page 40

"Mikael had no trouble imagining that champagne bottles had been uncorked in some newspapers’ back rooms that evening.

Erika had the same attitude to the journalist’s role as he did. Even when they were in journalism school they had amused themselves by imagining a magazine with just such a mission statement.

Erika was the best boss Mikael could imagine. She was an organiser who could handle employees with warmth and trust but who at the same time wasn’t afraid of confrontation and could be very tough when necessary. Above all, she had an icy gut feeling when it came to making decisions about the contents of the upcoming issue. She and Mikael often had differing views and could have healthy arguments, but they also had unwavering confidence in each other, and together they made an unbeatable team. He did the field work of tracking down the story, while she packaged and marketed it.

Millennium was their mutual creation, but it would never have become reality without her talent for digging up financing. It was the working-class guy and the upper-class girl in a beautiful union. Erika came from old money. She had put up the initial seed money and then talked both her father and various acquaintances into investing considerable sums in the project.

Mikael had often wondered why Erika had set her sights on Millennium. True, she was a part owner—the majority partner, in fact—and editor in chief of her own magazine, which gave her prestige and the control over publicity that she could hardly have obtained in any other job. Unlike Mikael, she had concentrated on television after journalism school. She was tough, looked fantastic on camera, and could hold her own with the competition. She also had good contacts in the bureaucracy. If she had stuck to it, she would undoubtedly have had a managerial job at one of the TV channels at a considerably higher salary than she paid herself now.

Berger had also convinced Christer Malm to buy into the magazine. He was an exhibitionist gay celebrity who sometimes appeared with his boyfriend in “at home with” articles. The interest in him began when he moved in with Arnold Magnusson, an actor with a background at the Royal Dramatic Theatre who had made a serious breakthrough when he played himself in a docu-soap. Christer and Arn had then become a media item.

At thirty-six, Malm was a sought-after professional photographer and designer who gave Millennium a modern look. He ran his business from an office on the same floor as Millennium, and he did graphic design one week in every month.

The Millennium staff consisted of three full-time employees, a full-time trainee, and two part-timers. It was not a lucrative affair, but the magazine broke even, and the circulation and advertising revenue had increased gradually but steadily. Until today the magazine was known for its frank and reliable editorial style."

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did I chicken out?

Unicorned out too...

You can bet on it...

Disclaimer: 40 pages 40 is my way to come to terms with celebrate my 40th birthday. By promoting 40 awesome books I like in no way I intend to dupe the original authors. If you, as me, like what you read, buy them!

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Persuasion

Hello,
these days I have been busy with work & life and have been reflecting on how much we sacrifice for the ones we love. We put up with people who usually wouldn't have a second oportunity to get on our nerves, endless hours of cartoons and torturing kids' parties, bad movies that you would never had chosen to watch on a saturday night, etc...

As if on cue, here I had this post almost ready, it's the 36th page 40, THE adult Austen.

Persuasion

Jane Austen

page 40

Chapter 8

"From this time Captain Wentworth and Anne Elliot were repeatedly in the same circle. They were soon dining in company together at Mr Musgrove's, for the little boy's state could no longer supply his aunt with a pretence for absenting herself; and this was but the beginning of other dinings and other meetings.

Whether former feelings were to be renewed must be brought to the proof; former times must undoubtedly be brought to the recollection of each; they could not but be reverted to; the year of their engagement could not but be named by him, in the little narratives or descriptions which conversation called forth. His profession qualified him, his disposition lead him, to talk; and "That was in the year six;" "That happened before I went to sea in the year six," occurred in the course of the first evening they spent together: and though his voice did not falter, and though she had no reason to suppose his eye wandering towards her while he spoke, Anne felt the utter impossibility, from her knowledge of his mind, that he could be unvisited by remembrance any more than herself. There must be the same immediate association of thought, though she was very far from conceiving it to be of equal pain.

They had no conversation together, no intercourse but what the commonest civility required. Once so much to each other! Now nothing! There had been a time, when of all the large party now filling the drawing-room at Uppercross, they would have found it most difficult to cease to speak to one another. With the exception, perhaps, of Admiral and Mrs Croft, who seemed particularly attached and happy, (Anne could allow no other exceptions even among the married couples), there could have been no two hearts so open, no tastes so similar, no feelings so in unison, no countenances so beloved. Now they were as strangers; nay, worse than strangers, for they could never become acquainted. It was a perpetual estrangement.

When he talked, she heard the same voice, and discerned the same mind. There was a very general ignorance of all naval matters throughout the party; and he was very much questioned, and especially by the two Miss Musgroves, who seemed hardly to have any eyes but for him, as to the manner of living on board, daily regulations, food, hours, &c., and their surprise at his accounts, at learning the degree of accommodation and arrangement which was practicable, drew from him some pleasant ridicule, which reminded Anne of the early days when she too had been ignorant, and she too had been accused of supposing sailors to be living on board without anything to eat, or any cook to dress it if there were, or any servant to wait, or any knife and fork to use.

From thus listening and thinking, she was roused by a whisper of Mrs Musgrove's who, overcome by fond regrets, could not help saying--

"Ah! Miss Anne, if it had pleased Heaven to spare my poor son, I dare say he would have been just such another by this time."

Anne suppressed a smile, and listened kindly, while Mrs Musgrove relieved her heart a little more; and for a few minutes, therefore, could not keep pace with the conversation of the others."

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That's another good line masterly penned by the genius... 
half agony, half hope 
that by sacrificing we are doing something nice for the ones we love...

Disclaimer: 40 pages 40 is my way to come to terms with celebrate my 40th birthday. By promoting 40 awesome books I like in no way I intend to dupe the original authors. If you, as me, like what you read, buy them!

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Mansfield Park

Hello, 
today it is rainy and cloudy in Rio - Yeah! At least one day bellow 38°C - and it is an Austen day!
WE'll be having a gettogether and I looove our meetings.

To celebrate,  a sad Austen...

Mansfield Park

Jane Austen

CHAPTER VI

page 40

""You could not be expected to have thought on the subject before; but when you _do_ think of it, you must see the importance of getting in the grass. The hire of a cart at any time might not be so easy as you suppose: our farmers are not in the habit of letting them out; but, in harvest, it must be quite out of their power to spare a horse."

"I shall understand all your ways in time; but, coming down with the true London maxim, that everything is to be got with money, I was a little embarrassed at first by the sturdy independence of your country customs. However, I am to have my harp fetched to-morrow. Henry, who is good-nature itself, has offered to fetch
it in his barouche. Will it not be honourably conveyed?"

Edmund spoke of the harp as his favourite instrument, and hoped to be soon allowed to hear her. Fanny had never heard the harp at all, and wished for it very much.

"I shall be most happy to play to you both," said Miss Crawford; "at least as long as you can like to listen: probably much longer, for I dearly love music myself, and where the natural taste is equal the player must always be best off, for she is gratified in more ways than one. Now, Mr. Bertram, if you write to your brother, I entreat you to tell him that my harp is come: he heard so much of my misery about it. And you may say, if you please, that I shall prepare my most plaintive airs against his return, in compassion to his feelings, as I know his horse will lose."

"If I write, I will say whatever you wish me; but I do not, at present, foresee any occasion for writing."

"No, I dare say, nor if he were to be gone a twelvemonth, would you ever write to him, nor he to you, if it could be helped. The occasion would never be foreseen. What strange creatures brothers are! You would not write to each other but upon the most urgent necessity in the world; and when obliged to take up the pen to say that such a horse is ill, or such a relation dead, it is done in the fewest possible words. You have but one style among you. I know it perfectly. Henry, who is in every other respect exactly what a brother should be, who loves me, consults me, confides in me, and will talk to me by the hour together, has never yet turned the page in a letter; and very often it is nothing more than--'Dear Mary, I am just arrived. Bath seems full, and everything as usual. Yours sincerely.' That is the true manly style; that is a complete
brother's letter."

"When they are at a distance from all their family," said Fanny, colouring for William's sake, "they can write long letters."

"Miss Price has a brother at sea," said Edmund, "whose excellence as a correspondent makes her think you too severe upon us.""

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Today is Austen day!
happy, happy day indeed!

Disclaimer: 40 pages 40 is my way to come to terms with celebrate my 40th birthday. By promoting 40 awesome books I like in no way I intend to dupe the original authors. If you, as me, like what you read, buy them!

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The Dead Zone

Hello,
after days suffering from a cold, today I'm a mess as my neck has given up on me. 

From my twilight zone of dizziness to a serious King zone: It was not my first, but it sure is a pretty good Stephen King.

The Dead Zone

Stephen King

Chapter FOUR

page 40

"Alma's face went tight and she turned to go so quickly that she almost got by the killer. 'That's not very funny...'

He grabbed her and threw her back. 'Where do you think you're going?'

Her eyes were suddenly watchful and frightened. 'Let me out of here. Or you'll be sorry. I don't have any time for sick jokes...

'It's no joke,' he said. 'It's no joke, you nasty-fucker.' He was light-headed with the joy of naming her, naming her for what she was. The world whirled.

Alma broke left, heading for the low railing that surrounded the bandstand, meaning to leap over it. The killer caught the back of her cheap cloth coat at the collar and yanked her back again. The cloth ripped with a low purring sound and she opened her mouth to scream.

He slammed his hand over her mouth, mashing her lips back against her teeth. He felt warm blood trickle over his palm. Her other hand was beating at him now, clawing for purchase, but there was no purchase. There was none because he... he was...

Slick!

He threw her to the board floor. His hand came off her mouth, which was now smeared with blood, and she opened her mouth to scream again, but he landed on top of her, panting, grinning, and the air was driven out of her lungs in a soundless whoosh. She could feel him now, rock hard, gigantic and throbbing, and she quit trying to scream and went on struggling. Her fingers caught and slipped, caught and slipped. He forced her legs rudely apart and lay between them. One of her hands glanced off the bridge of his nose, making his eyes water.

'You nasty-fucker,' he whispered, and his hands closed on her throat. He began to throttle her, yanking her head up from the bandstand's board flooring and then slamming it back down. Her eyes bulged. Her face went pink, then red, then a congested purple. Her struggles began to weaken.

'Nasty-fucker, nasty-fucker, nasty-fucker,' the killer panted hoarsely. He really was the killer now, Alma Frechette's days of rubbing her body all over people at Serenity Hill were done now. Her eyes bugged out like the eyes of some of those crazy dolls they sold along carnival midways. The killer panted hoarsely. Her hands lay limp on the boards now. His fingers had almost disappeared from sight.

He let go of her throat, ready to grab her again if she stirred. But she didn't. After a moment he ripped her coat open with shaking hands and shoved the skirt of her pink waitress uniform up.

The white sky looked down. The Castle Rock town common was deserted. In fact, no one found the strangled, violated corpse of Alma Frechette until the next day. The sheriff's theory was that a drifter had done it. There were statewide newspaper headlines, and in Castle Rock there was general agreement with the sheriff's idea.

Surely no hometown boy could have done such a dreadful thing."

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Oh boy...

That's a page 40...

Disclaimer: 40 pages 40 was my way to celebrate my 40th birthday. It's not easy to accept that 'youth' no longer describes me...
By promoting 40 awesome books I like in no way I intend to dupe the original authors. If you, as me, like what you read, buy them!

All 40 books can be found on the right side bar. ►

All images found on Google. Kudos to the original poster.