Audiobook For The Glass Castle Novels & Stories

At five years old, Hayzel was absolutely crazy about princesses, fairies, and everyday magic she seemed to find wherever she looked. Still smiling, Sparkle shifted her gaze from her daughter to the big house in front of her. Through the windshield, she scanned the front of the place and had to agree with Hayzel on this one. It did look like a castle. Two stories, it spread across the land, pine trees spearing up all around it like sentries prepared to stand in defense. The smooth, glassy logs were the color of warm honey, and the wide, tall windows gave glimpses of the interior.

CASSANDRA The pulsing between my thighs just won’t go away. It’s been there since my lesson yesterday with Rhett, along with a tingling sensation like I’ve been transformed into a bubbling can of lemon seltzer. I press my legs together as I lounge on the green velvet chaise in my room. I’m reading a book Clarisse brought me from the outside world. It’s a romance novel entitledBuilt from Stoneabout a girl who goes hiking and gets caught in a storm, only to be rescued by a rough mountain man who takes her home to his cabin where…thingshappen.

It looked old and unique, compared to the rest of the shops she had seen and she had the urge to check what was inside. As she thought of what to do, her eyes moved to the side of the glass where some words were written on it and she moved closer to check it. She read, “Let the books take you into the world of the unknown.” Amber was thrilled by the words and she wanted to explore it. When her eyes looked inside the glass, she noticed a candle light burning, which she had not seen earlier and she guessed that someone was inside. “Hello,” she called but received no response and a frown came to form on her face. She knocked on the wooden door and she heard it creak before slowly opening itself

I have to keep myself together. I exhale slowly, opening my eyes and letting my gaze travel around the room, looking for a good memory to replace the difficult ones. I take in the stone walls, which are cold to the touch in the depths of winter. And the insane wall of windows that look over the small, flat roof garden outside. The windows are unique, the glass extending at the top to become part of the roof like a greenhouse – a feature that makes this the sunniest, most pleasant room in this dank castle in the winter months. A feature, I think, that Auden’s mother incorporated. Apparently, she loved the sun – couldn’t be without it.

I’m sure it’ll happen one day. I realize that I haven’t made it past a single page of my book. Ironically, it’s about pup-bearing. Rose has read—and re-read—every book in the castle library on childbirth, and since I’m both guarding her and hoping to have pups of my own one day, I’m trying to catch up with her on the reading part just so I know everything she knows, so I’ve checked out a few books of my own.

Atticus is a ghost, he's not real. The room is almost pitch black save for the light coming from underneath the door. I still have to rely on my sense of touch to find the nearest wall. I don't have time to panic because I'm waving my hands in the air, hoping I don't trip over something. When I touch what feels like the frame of the door, my hands scan anxiously for the knob. Once it's open, I can see a little better through the dim light of the stained glass window. I cautiously peak my head into the hallway and from the looks of it, Atticus isn't here. The entire house is back to being old and abandoned.

I could not even pick up something as small as a lighter. Despair closed in around me. I curled up in the corner, my vision blurring as consciousness slowly slipped away. Just as I was about to pass out, the door suddenly swung open. A greasy-looking man in his forties walked in, his beer belly leading the way. His eyes crawled over me with a sickening grin. I shrank back, my voice shaking. "Who are you?" He chuckled, the sound making my skin crawl. "That doesn't matter. What matters is your dear cousin paid me a nice sum to take good care of you. She said Mr. Lawson doesn't care about you anymore, so I can do whatever I want."

Was it a game to see if I’d play? Sighing, I flip off the audiobook, pushing the dial back to the beginning because I wasn’t listening to a word that was spoken, and putting my storm sounds on full blast. What was left of the fruit was discarded on the floor next to the bed; a problem for tomorrow. Turning away from Elliot, I rubbed away the tears from the sides of my face, ignoring the discomfort of my damp pillow, and pulling up the thick layer of blankets to my chin. The sound of thunder vibrated from the nightstand, lulling me into a deep sleep.

Kendra looked into the room and saw nobody, but she was attracted by a vast and luxurious wall of books. “Wow! So many books!” Kendra felt excited. The books in this room were even more than the library of her school. It must be the book room inside this castle. Kendra pushed the door and walked in slowly. “Oh my god!” She stood in front of the book wall and sighed again. Kendra glanced at the books and found they were all limited editions. Ordinary people couldn’t afford them at all. Why did this castle have so many cherished books? Kendra climbed the wooden ladder curiously and found an interesting book. She opened it and started reading.

Margaux had never needed locks. She used fear. And patience. Eloise sat near the window, her hands folded in her lap, staring out at the pale gray ice stretching across the lake. She didn’t turn when she heard Margaux enter the room. “You should eat,” Margaux said calmly. Eloise didn’t respond. Margaux set the tray down anyway. The porcelain clicked softly against the glass table. “You won’t be useful to anyone if you collapse.” Useful. Not safe. Not loved.