Am I Overthinking This Book Novels & Stories

Maybe the writer had in mind to deviate the readers’ thoughts about the book at first glance. I lazily stretched my hand to pick the book, finally recalling, when I opened the first page, that it was literally the book I had been searching for. How did I not realize it was actually the last book I have read so far? I flipped through the pages, searching the actual chapter I read about poisons that I had once regarded as unreal.

I recognize the slightly worn edge on the cover, the way the third page has a tiny tear at the bottom. I stare at it, my brain trying to connect dots that don’t want to be connected. How did this get here? Did Deckard give it to Owen when he was handling my affairs? I shake the thought out of my head. The Newtons are like a bad infection; if I think about them too much, I’ll start seeing symptoms everywhere. I shove the Braille book back onto the shelf, deciding that I’ve had enough memory lane for one morning. I finally settle on a thick, mass-market paperback with a suspiciously shirtless man on the cover...don't judge me, it’s raining...and nestle into the oversized plush armchair by the

Not that far, the grasses and plants are already wilted, as a result of my overkill. After so many hours, I was yet to reveal the contents of the book. It was really spellbound by a completely different and higher form of magic than I could comprehend. It also made me wonder, who was Ameris? I really need to do my research on her, properly. She is the answer, the key to all my problems and difficulties now.

I said while holding the book, I was really shocked at what was happening now, causing me to sit on the couch. My overthinking is really bad because I think it will come true oh maybe it won't. I don't know, I was holding my head while staring at the diary. I don't want to think what I'm thinking now because of my brain. Did Clark k*ll him? Did Clark kill Zak?! "N-no, t-this can't be happening." stammering as if to say, I was about to open the book when I heard a hug coming from above. Quickly put it in the bag and stand up again then close the bag.

"Aww," I threw the book in frustration. What the hell is that? I’ve read the book a lot of times and I am still frustrated with the ending. I don't know why I'm still reading that thing even though I know the ending is the same. Well, it’s my favorite book. Tsk. Nothing. I feel like I'm the protagonist in the story. It seems like we both have a connection so I read it over and over. I also have a lot of questions in my mind like my dreams that I feel have actually happened.

What could possibly go wrong? [A/N: Just to inform my wonderful readers that this book is slowly nearing it's end. I'd like to appreciate every reader who have come this far. It really means a lot to me, knowing that somebody out there enjoys my book enough to be reading past 100 chapters. You are awesome!" ]

She lifts an overarched eyebrow and purses her wrinkled, seventy-something year old lips. I blink a few times, trying to remember if I’d noticed any foreshadowing. I’d read the book the first time as a regualr novel with plans of reading it a second time to watch out for the poetic devices, the foreshadowing and all that nonsense English class requires us to do, but I’d never gotten round to reading it a second time. “Honestly Miss Tartt, I don’t remember any foreshadowing. I don’t think this book was written to be taken apart.”

Where the book was to end would have left a strand of loose ends, kind of like my typical bonuses for those familiar, and that doesn't sit right with me—I mean, isn’t it sexy when powerful men grovel for their obsessions once a few things click into place? So, as frustrating as this is, it’s where I’m at. I’m sorry for the abruptness. Possible questions. Will you ‘really’ come back to finish the book? I would LOVE to finish act 3. I looove ‘yandere’ (obsessive) MLs, but I am not in the correct headspace for this 'kind' of book right now.

Do I take him with me? I was having second thoughts. Who knew what was going to be said. What if I needed him? Why was I such an overthinker? Visit J o- b- n- i b.com to read the complete chapters for free. If you are not reading this novel on Job ni b .c o m, some sentences are incompleteAlways thinking the worst and making things up in my head before they’ve even happened. It was stressful. My mind constant. The anxiety crippling me. Why did I always have to take life so seriously?

I mumbled, acting awkwardly. " Okay I understand honey, I'll talk to you, and don't hesitate to call me before you leave or if you need anything". "Okay hun, " I said and he gave me a peck on my forehead. Walking away, my head seemed to be fighting with thoughts. One of the disadvantages of being an overthinker and I am one of the people over thinking plus deep thinking captured. As I moved away to a distant place, I saw a seat which I sat back on. " Hmm," I sighed. " Why does this feel way too absurd? " I let out, placing my hands on my chest