As A Man Thinketh Book Review Novels & Stories

I heard him end the quiet, just now acknowledging how I lost myself in thinking. I lifted my head and stared at his scrutinizing look, and allowed my eyes to fall onto the book again before replying, "Certainly not, this book has it all: class conflict, politics, religion, women’s rights, and passion. It makes you think, it makes you reflect on what was and it makes you ponder how we got from one point to another." I expressed it without holding back. I found it refreshing to pour my mind out to someone who doesn't totally detest me.

"Hey, what book is this?" The man who was focusing with the microscope lens finally lifted his face, "Isn't there a title there?" "Yeah I know, but about what? I've never heard of Aima before. Is this a book about sexuality? A porn book?" asked Gail happily. This man rolled his eyes, "Seriously, if you are looking for a book like that you can find it at Night Flowers," he said. "Then?" The old man straightened his stiff body then pushed his wheelchair and turned to face Gail. "This is a book about a lost history," he said.

I even found the karma sutra amongst what I can only classify as the ‘self help’ section, opening it and then quickly closing it in case Enzo or his mother entered the room. A large book at the end of the shelf entitled “The Power and Responsibility of Men” caught my eye. It seemed to be more weathered than the rest of the books, but I didn't get why. “Who would be drawn to a book like that?” I asked myself, pulling it from the shelf.

Ashton came around the table and joined her at the shelf, pulling the volume out. "Two things lead me to that conclusion. Using initials is a well-known way of hiding one's gender, but more importantly, the phrasing and the characters are telling. They seem, well, far too accurate in depicting the feminine mind. No man could ever possess that much insight. It would surprise me very much if it weren't a woman. Here, you must give it a try." He handed her the book, and she didn't refuse it. If she was to remain here a week, she would enjoy something to read.

1st wondered. While he could read Mane’s thoughts, the boy’s mind was a whirlwind. Several thoughts were cooked in that large pot he called mind, and even those that spattered out were tiring enough to follow. He couldn’t read everything. Even with the mind of a god, he could not analyse it all.

It provoked a profound reflection on the limitations of human communication and the inherent complexity of thought. Thoughts were unique. Everyone was unique. With every new human thought, whether it is a moment of genius or simply an earnest reflection, each one has its essence. Athena found herself contemplating the significance of these unspoken thoughts, recognizing that within the confines of one's own mind, lies the most precious and intimate of ideas. With the passage resonating within her, Athena closed the book, gently placing it back on the nightstand. She carried the weight of those unspoken thoughts within her, understanding that there was beauty in their elusive nature.

the man said as he came close to Hayden. With a deep bow, the man extended what seemed to be a hardcover book to Hayden. Hayden reached out for it and thanked the man. Without another word, the man bowed once more and turned on his heels before walking back the way that he had came from. I cocked my head to the side in wonder at what had just happened. Did Hayden order a book to be delivered? I could tell from the image on the cover that it was a book regarding artworks. --To be continued…

I said wondering when daddy became this boring or Annie might have rubbed off on him. Annie hardly read these kinds of books. “Oh, darling, I've been too focused on human psychology these days and guess what I figured?” He asked genuinely excited, but kept his eyes glued to the words written on the pages of the book. “What?” “I figured books are the only things that have true meaning and hold both truth and lies, life and death… happiness and misery -” he glanced up from his book and at me, before turning back to them. “- A man who reads can rule by learning the art of manipulation,” he said, his smile wicked and wanton.

I blushed, shook my head, and cleared my throat. “I mean, I’ve been planning to give you since you solved the assignment. The book is very important, it costs the owner’s life.” “What?” he asked in surprise. He’s too young to know the story of the book. The book isn’t popular because it’s the author’s first book. He was a psychologist and also labelled a psychopath. What he wrote in the book was facts about human nature, how to read people and how to make them respect you at all costs as their boss.

He thought about five years and the practice and the intention in the ground and the library that had grown from it and was now receiving its first person on its first day in the honest and unhurried way of a building that knew what it was for. He thought: it is enough. He thought: it is more than enough. He thought: it is. End of Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Four