11 Minutes Book Paulo Coelho Novelas e Histórias

I, on the other hand, was coming up here to pass time. Today was the day that Sarah and I were going shopping. I was looking forward to spending time with her and seeing what kind of person she was. I actually felt bad that it took a year for us to do something like this. Sarah told me that she was going to pick me up from school at 3:30. I had an hour to spare, so I decided to go up to the library to wait. I walk over to the reading books section and took up a book to read. The book that I chose was Eleanor and Park by Rainbow Rowell. This was one of my favourite books, so I know it will help me pass the time. I took a seat at a table by myself and began to read.

I finally voiced out while staring at her. “ princess Nico, please let's start,” she raised up her book while staring at the pages, blinking it faster than seconds. If I was to read the whole of a 500-page book in 13 minutes, then… This was indeed crazy. But I guess I had no turning back at this point. I had to reverse the spell on Rowen; I had no time to weigh the pros and cons, but I was just tired, all I wanted was to finish this task before me.

Arrival: 14:00. I read it once. I put my phone down. I picked up my tea. I sat with it for the amount of time it took to finish the cup, which was approximately eight minutes, which I know because I watched the clock. Eight minutes is enough time to have a feeling, identify it, and make a decision about what you are going to do with it. I have always found this a useful amount of time. Then I decided.

Then Kevin took the book and opened it. For no reason, Kevin smiled thinly as he looked at the book, "now I'm the one to say thank you to you" Kevin muttered to himself. Kevin started reading the Indonesian History book. It took Kevin 25 minutes to read the book until it finished. When finished, Kevin got up from his seat.

Its title is The Portion. "This is a beginner's book. This beautiful organization is filled with knowledge, peace, and power but has rules. Many of us shared the same heart when we first entered those doors. And most of us have been vindicated, but we were steadfast and loyal to the cause." It would be best if you were done reading it within a week. So after you've read it, return to a meeting, and then we'll go from there." I agree, thank her, and then head home.

I had not decided to listen to whom when I heard the footsteps again, descending the stairs. Tiptoeing I went down where I saw him drinking Vanilla Milkshake. I felt a little happy as I was the one who had made it. He soon went out of my sight and I noticed him going towards the study. Picking up the last amount of audacity left in me I followed him. When I entered I found him resting his head on the back of the chair and that's when I saw his face after 11 days of hell. Do you know how many seconds are there in 11 days? I know. 950, 400 seconds. So for me I faced hell for 950, 400 seconds.

I bought the book Bord Bia, by Nicole Adams during my connection flight in Panama and read it a little more than halfway through, since the flight here takes eleven hours. The book is so sad because when it seems like everything will work out, something terrible happens. I have never liked the main characters dying, and this book portrays how blind love is. Blind because he can be in front of you, and you can't see. I look at the clock on my cellphone. It says half-past eleven at night. Right then, my phone rings. “Hello,” I answer, a little desperate. “That was the fastest call response I've ever seen.” His voice is calm and happy.

I think I spent some time reading the book, and I almost forgot I was waiting for Gladimir to return. It was when I got to the second to the last chapter, I remembered that I was waiting for Gladmir. I glanced at my wristwatch, and I was shocked at how fast time had passed. It was about four hours already. ‘I had just spent four hours reading a book’ I frowned. I stared back at the book. When I was done with the book, I glanced at my wristwatch, I had already spent an extra hour. I ran out of patience, I couldn't wait for him any longer.

“I read it over the course of three days, and imagined my father giving me three different answers. The one I hoped for, the worst one possible, and the one he would have most probably given me… Then, I burnt the letter.” “You burnt it?” She asked, somewhat breathlessly. She had poured her whole heart into writing that letter. Did she really need to burn it? “Or you could sit by Piedra River and weep,” he shrugged. “Whatever works best for you.” “I saw what you did there,” she giggled. “I never thought you read Paulo Coelho’s work.” “I only read two of his books; The Alchemist, and By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept.”

But I did. Eli does not look away. He just nods slowly. "Maybe someday," he repeats. We eat in silence for a moment. The music plays. The waitress refills our coffee. Outside, the street is still empty. Then my phone buzzes. I check it. The time is 10:44. The bus will be here in six minutes. "The bus," I say. Eli looks at his own phone. "We still have time." "Six minutes. That is not enough to walk back and be sure."