As A Man Thinketh Book Review Novels & Stories

That man has seriously gone mad. What did he think of me, huh?

I recommend that you read this book," he said and brought out a book titled 'Understanding men' by Taire Stephen. As she collected the book from him, he went on, "This book will give you more insights and explanations to many things you want to know about men. Don't give up on love, Winner. It's so beautiful. It's good to have a partner you love and trust and who loves you in return. So my dear, give it one more chance and you won't regret it," Desmond urged with an assuring smile. "Thanks a lot. I should say I feel more at ease and convinced now after listening to you. Thanks for the book as well. How much is it?" Winner asked.

The six books wrapped in paper by a man named Arthur who had understood from a description of worn spines and medieval businesswomen that she read to feel less alone, these were the complete and sufficient message and anything added to them would have been a reduction. I went to bed. I was aware, in the specific and unhurried way of a man lying in the dark with the full and unmanaged attention that comes in the hours after the day's architecture has been put down, of the parcel on the floor outside her door. I was aware of it in the way you were aware of a thing you had done that was not reversible, not because it was large but because it was true, because it had been done with full knowledg

Then Geoffrey just figured out that she chose that place 'coz it is a perfect spot to sleep where their professor won’t catch her napping. But even though the lady loves to sleep a lot, there’s one thing that amazed Geoffrey. “Peter Hemenry said in this book, ‘Man is Man’ page 65, that life isn’t a book. It is to make us believe that introduction, climax and ending in humanity don’t exist,” the lady said to their professor without blinking a bat. Despite being lazy in studying, the lady can answer all questions given to her. ‘That girl has a sexy brain despite of moping around,’ Geoffrey realized.

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 suppose screaming hysterically, yet the thought of able to resist my doubt made me chuckled victorious. Just what's wrong with books anyway?” Glancing at the man beside me, I able to clear my mind. He has a smile in his lips and the glow in his eyes that I failed to doubt as something more than normal. It was a like a fresh of a blood that once splashing about, and feignt of ignorance brought me chills throughtout my bones.

I huddle over the floor for some time, thinking about our sinful act back in the woods. I saw the strange look on the man’s face. What does that make him? “Ughhh!” I really need a drink of water. My mind is mushed with stupid thoughts. The blowing breeze makes a book I didn’t see before flip pages, catching my attention. The book is resting on the floor, a few distance away from the fireplace. The flaring amber hue of the fire reflects ominously over the book. It pricks my interest and I wonder why I didn’t see it before.

“Do you mean to say you believe what this book has got to say?” The man nodded with a reassuring smile. “Not just thinking, though. I believe these things for which not everyone perceives really do exist.” Try as he might to bite his words, there was something about how he phrased it that alienated Migi. He couldn’t excuse this as a bad prank since he was all serious when he articulated his thoughts. But he couldn’t immediately say he was telling the truth. “How can you say so? Have you already seen one?”

The man's practical mind showed up from somewhere after noticing he was stooping too low and would have fantasized darker and darker. He was shocked, very shocked for what he was thinking. He said, completely taken aback after discovering a new dimension to his mindset that he believed never to be in existence. "Do I have this kind of thinking in my head? Apart from political, economic, global, profitable matters, can my mind really think dirty as well?" His eyes bore a great deal of realization. For the past twenty seven years of his life, this man had never thought about a mate, a girl, weaving fantasies as dirty as he was weaving right now was next to impossible.