Novel & Cerita As A Man Thinketh Book Review

Third Person’s POV “Do you think he’ll fall for it?” Azreal asked as he strolled into the dimly lit room Manuel was seated in. The sound of fire crackling filled the silence as Azreal settled into the chair opposite him, his eyes never leaving his partner. “People are predictable, Azreal,” Manuel muttered, a firm look in his eyes. “They like to think and act like they aren’t, but I can see through it all.” He leaned back slowly, fingers tapping against the armrest.

“I want to tell you what kind of book it is. Not what the back cover says you’ve read that. What I think it actually is.” I looked at the room. “It’s a book about a man,” I said. “Specifically, a particular man his hands, his voice, the strong black tea he drank every morning for thirty years, the way he cried at my school graduation and didn’t pretend he hadn’t. The way he cooked on Saturday afternoons and believed, without sentimentality, that paying full attention to the small things was the substance of a life.” I paused. “It’s also a book about what happened to him. What was constructed and deployed against him by people who found him threatening and found it convenient to remove him. W

"Those who cling to perceptions and views wander the world offending people." The old man raised his arm and pointed at a large book sitting on a stand directly below the raised baptismal pool. "Here, take a look." He shuffled over to the old-school type of hardbound book and flipped a few chunks of pages, then, one by one, until he found the right spot. "See, have a look." The old man began to read. "Those who cling to perceptions and views wander the world offending people." "What the hell was it supposed to mean?"Javier was incredulous.