Novel & Cerita 13 Reasons Why A Book

Isabella at thirteen is navigating the specific difficulty of being thirteen with the same focused efficiency she brings to everything. She's thirteen in the way that means she's caught between childhood and adulthood. She's got opinions about everything and the confidence to express them. She's got emotions that shift rapidly and the self-awareness to recognize when she's being irrational. She's got a social life that matters and the ability to prioritize her own needs within it. She's formidable in a new way now. She finds my book on the shelf one afternoon. Doesn't ask permission to read it. Just takes it to her room and I don't see her for three days except for meals.

I stretch my arms which makes a book fall on the ground. Ehh? Did I bump in this thing? But... that is impossible. I mean... With a frowning face I look at it only to see that it is impossible for this book to fall because I bumped on it. The shelves is also not that fragile, there are no wind to push this to making it fall. To add that conclusion, this book is not that light and I can say that it's cover is fairly heavy. With a questioning eyes I never knew what is the reason of this thing falling but one thing to be cleat. This thing isn't something you can find elsewhere.

The first part of my confession is a bit to fast. I'll admit, I did leave you wanting for more. It may seem entertaining but in real life, it isn't. The reason why I didn't write a continuation is that I took a vacation. Just to cool off some things. Alright, so onto the next part.

I stomped my leg on the floor and stood up. ‘Irene won’t lose consciousness this time, she will promise you and Kaden’ I was almost near to beg, although I can wait for few days, that book is already rotting in some corner of the library since years so it is safe no worries but something inside me was pushing me, like urging me to run fast and grab that book before it lands in someone else’s hand that could become dangerous for us. ‘Why are you being so stubborn for a book’ I pressed my lips together and looked at him.

"Not a self-help book. Not a memoir. Something between an extended argument and a specific testimony, and the argument and the testimony are inseparable." "Yes," I said. "Exactly that." "The personal material," she said carefully. "Your family. Your relationship structure. You've referenced it without explaining it." "I've referenced it because it's part of the story," I said. "Not explained it because the book isn't about that." "Some readers will want the explanation." "Some readers always want something other than what a book is actually for," I said. "That's not a reason to change what it's for." She was quiet for a moment, and in the silence I heard the particular quality of someone rec

😩😭 I mean, it's my first book and all. Just in case I do have even one or two and y'all see this or drop comments, I appreciate your attention to my book and still sticking around. I had to stop updating for so long because of personal reasons but I'm back now and I'll try everything to give at least two chapters everyday. So, stay tuned and let's wrap this book up soon. Thank you all.❤️ I really hope there are those of you who love slow, annoying stories like mine.😩

“I asked why you would read these kind of books for Amelia” I looked at the book in his hand, a book of myths and legends. I sighed what else could go wrong. “I shouldn't read that” “Why don't you read real books…” “She's a child” “Does that matter?” “We've been arguing a little too much lately” “Read her something better” “Dare me” Dare me??

Besides, I don't see what's interesting about those books, they're just pages with words on them. —Aida, you're talking about a trilogy and it's not. Besides, books aren't just pages with words on them, each book is magical, with a great story or adventure waiting to be read, with characters you can fall in love with or hate as if they were real, who will only live in your mind since they won't come out of those pages. It's an escape from reality, in conclusion. —Well, I don't plan to live that, since I love the real world even if it seems like shit sometimes. Besides, have you seen how thick those books are? —I roll my eyes. —You'll die before finishing reading them.

“Don’t you ever get so tired of something, you don’t want to do it, even if everyone else is telling you it’s for the best?” I have no response to that, so I only nod. Yeah, I’ve definitely felt that way before. “See you later.” Trinity leaves, and I am alone now, with my books. I guess I shouldn’t let Maddox see them since he may have the same lingering questions that Trinity just did. I decide to only look at them when I know that he isn’t likely to be around. Granted, two of the books are historical and about this kingdom, but he might want to know why in the world I am looking at those, and there’s just no reason for me to have to try and explain all of that to him.

I'm in chaos. Take this as my excuse for not giving you regular updates. I'm not abandoning the book. No way. I felt my thrill to write books die when i got to know about my mother but after reading few novels for my mental breakdown I'm back to it and gave you updates. And I'll still give. You can ask me about updates again and again as that is the only one pushing me to write the book more. Just don't get too harsh. But seriously. You all readers have too much patience to hold on, on a author who is giving such lazy updates.