Answer:
I'm a means for transportation, but not in the way you will first think. No, I transport the mind and the soul to vast distant lands of imagination, endless works of adventure, romance, comedy and many other delight's hide behind my sturdy covers . All one must do is pick me up and open me. I can never die and can be passed down for many generations if properly taken care of. I can be carried around and used anywhere and one can enjoy my many tales at any time so long as there is light.
Explanation:
I don't know if this is what you are really looking for or if I even did it right, but I hope this helps you :)
In case you couldn't figure it out... I was trying to describe a book
(A) would be best: An extended narrative poem about the deeds of heroes.
Answer:
Victory was bittersweet in light of President Lincoln's death.
