Major Works Data Sheet
Title: Things Fall Apart Author: Chinua Achebe
Original date of publication: 1959
Genre (e.g. novel, autobiography, etc.): Novel
CONFLICT. Explain the major conflict in the work. (Conflict is defined as the problem or
struggle in a
Ive got this, I breathe, finding my voice. Thank you, I mutter awash with
humili-ation. How could I have misread the situation between us so utterly? I need
to get away from him.
For what? he frowns. He hasnt taken his hands off me.
For saving me, I whisp
Kiss me damn it! I implore him, but I cant move. Im paralyzed with a strange, unfamiliar need,
completely captivated by him. Im staring at Christian Greys exquisitely sculptured mouth,
mesmerized, and hes looking down at me, his gaze hooded, his eyes dark
Are you okay? he whispers. He has one arm around me, clasping me to him, while the
fingers of his other hand softly trace my face, gently probing, examining me. His thumb brushes
my lower lip, and I hear his breath hitch. Hes staring into my eyes, and I h
Would you like to go?
To Paris? I squeak. This has thrown me who wouldnt want to go to Paris? Of
course, I concede. But its England that Id really like to visit.
He cocks his head to one side, running his index finger across his lower lip. oh my.
to come, I know, Ill need intensive therapy to not feel this embarrassed every time I
the moment. I start babbling about my mother anything to block that memory.
My mom is wonderful. Shes an incurable romantic. Shes currently on her
Am I? Wow. how am I managing that? This is bewildering. Me, self-contained?
Except when you blush, of course, which is often. I just wish I knew what you were
blushing about. He pops a small piece of muffin into his mouth and starts to chew it
I go crimson. I was just thinking about running my fingers through your hair and
wondering if it would feel soft to touch. I shake my head. Hes carrying a tray, which he
sets down on the small, round, birch-veneer table. He hands me a cup and saucer, a sm
At the elevators, he presses the call button, and the bell rings almost immediately. The doors
slide open revealing a young couple in a passionate clinch inside. Surprised and embarrassed,
they jump apart, staring guiltily in every direction but ours. Gre
Certainly, sir, Taylor replies.
There. Now can you join me for coffee? Grey smiles as if its a done deal.
I frown at him.
Um Mr. Grey, err this really. look, Taylor doesnt have to drive them home. I
flash a brief look at Taylor, who remains stoically impa
driguez, though Im sure neither of them have been found sobbing alone in dark places. Perhaps I
just need a good cry.
Stop! Stop Now! - My subconscious is metaphorically screaming at me, arms folded, leaning
on one leg and tapping her foot in frustration.
Do I need a visual reminder of the beautiful Christian I-dont-want-you Grey?
Sure, I magic a smile on to my face and stroll over to the laptop. And there he is, staring at
me in black and white, staring at me and finding me lacking.
I pretend to read the
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horrible dry heaves wrack my body. I vow silently that Ill never ever drink again. This is just too
appalling for words. Finally, it stops.
My hands are resting on the brick wall of the flowerbed, barely holding me up - vomiting
profusely is exhausting. G
I wait at the bar for what feels like an eternity for the pitcher of beer and eventually return to
Youve been gone so long. Kate scolds me. Where were you?
I was in line for the restroom.
Jos and Levi are having some heated debate about our loc
message. If he wants me to stay away, he should leave me alone. I suppress a drunken grin
and hit the automatic re-dial. He answers on the second ring.
Anastasia? Hes surprised to hear from me. Well, frankly, Im surprised to ring him.
Then my befuddled br
Ive found one Tess first edition for sale in New York at $14,000. But yours looks in much
better condition. They must have cost more. Kate is consulting her good friend Google.
This quote Tess says it to her mother after Alec DUrberville has had his wicke
Ana, theres a package for you. Kate is standing on the steps up to the front door holding a
brown paper parcel. Odd. I havent ordered anything from Amazon recently. Kate gives me the
parcel and takes my keys to open the front door. Its addressed to Miss A
This is Jos Rodriguez, our photographer, I say, grinning at Jos who smiles with affection
back at me. His eyes cool when he looks from me to Grey.
Mr. Grey, he nods.
Mr. Rodriguez, Greys expression changes too as he appraises Jos.
Where would you like me?
I am restless that night, tossing and turning. Dreaming of smoky gray eyes,
coveralls, long legs, long fingers, and dark, dark unexplored places. I wake twice
in the night, my heart pounding. Oh, Im going to look just great tomorrow with so
But I do places, Ana, not people, Jos groans.
Jos, please? I beg. Clutching my cell, I pace the living area of our apartment, staring out
of the window at the fading evening light.
Give me that phone. Kate grabs the handset from me, tossing her silken red
My heart is pounding. The elevator arrives on the first floor, and I scramble out as soon as the
doors slide open, stumbling once, but fortunately not sprawling on to the immaculate sandstone
floor. I race for the wide glass doors, and Im free in the brac
We run an excellent internship program here, he says quietly. I raise my eyebrows in
surprise. Is he offering me a job?
Oh. Ill bear that in mind, I murmur, completely confounded. Though Im not sure Id fit
in here. Oh no. Im musing out loud again.
Are you gay, Mr. Grey?
He inhales sharply, and I cringe, mortified. Crap. Why didnt I employ some kind
of filter before I read this straight out? How can I tell him Im just reading the questions?
Damn Kate and her curiosity!
No Anastasia, Im not. He raise
often give interviews, he trails off.
Why did you agree to do this one?
Because Im a benefactor of the University, and for all intents and purposes, I couldnt
get Miss Kavanagh off my back. She badgered and badgered my PR people, and I admire
that kind of
energies accordingly. I think it was Harvey Firestone who said the growth and development of people is the highest calling of leadership.
You sound like a control freak. The words are out of my mouth before I can stop
Oh, I exercise control in all t
I couldnt agree more, Miss Steele, he replies, his voice soft and for some inexplicable
reason I find myself blushing.
Apart from the paintings, the rest of the office is cold, clean, and clinical. I wonder if it
reflects the personality of the Adonis who