Novel & Cerita Ban On Books

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I could spend the rest of my life in this library, reading everything here. I could afford these books, buy them and keep them forever. But something about buying them outright made it feel too…real. My father was the kind of man who thought reading literature was pointless and soft. If he ever found out how much I actually loved it, it’d open a can of worms I wasn’t ready for. It was bad enough that I didn’t enjoy hockey as passionately as he wanted me to. I didn’t need another lecture about “wasting my time” on “books that don’t mean anything.” There would be a lot of arguments where he’d grill me as to why I spent my free time reading instead of practicing. It was just a lot of questions

Don’t look weak. She stood. “Then from today onward,” she said, “no more reading room. All access to the library will be revoked. I will personally control every book you’re allowed to read.” “Mama, no—” “And,” she continued, ignoring me, “your extracurriculars this week are canceled. You’ll spend your after-school hours copying federal statutes by hand. Your fingers need practice, and your mind needs discipline.” I looked down. My chest burned, not from anger, but from shame. From loss.

I was done with my touches fighting the inner voice telling me I was doing too much just to go and read in a library where I was banned. Now you might wonder why I was banned, and it's not for the most popular reason. I was a quiet reader. It so happened one day, after I discovered the library in the Darkmoon manor. I went in there to read just like every other person does. My coming into the manor was not accepted by many and the lord over them all was Lucas who still had this resentment against me, back then when we were still younger wolves. I was always fascinated with whatever that was written in a book and it so happened I stumbled upon the art section.

Frustrated, I attempted to retrieve the books from their hands, but they towered over me. They stood before me, as they began tearing the books apart, a cruel act that felt like a personal attack. “Please, stop! They’re precious,” I pleaded but they didn’t stop, they continue laughing and smirking at me. The most bullies who are centered by other maids, suddenly said: “Wait what? I thought books from the library should be precious. Maybe we-“

"It’s…alluring." Linda didn’t like the way he looked at her—with a glimmer of malice in his eye. And even staring at Evans shirtless wasn’t enough to keep her there much longer. "Look, I lived in Manhattan for five years. I’m hardly ignorant compared to almost everyone else who goes to our school, and I’m tired of this. Get over whatever it is you think you know about me, and leave me alone."

Thank you for selecting my story. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of my imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Copyright © Rituparna Darolia. All rights reserved. No part of this novel may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author.

With no money left to spend, he didn’t feel like hanging around in town. He felt extremely furtive when he snuck back into his tiny, windowless room with the books. A month before, three boys had been suspended for keeping porn mags in their room. Sam was a timid boy, and he wondered what his housemaster would do if he found Sam with these gruesome looking books. He imagined the look of shame and disappointment on his mother’s face if he were to be suspended. Sam slipped all three books into the gap between the back of his wardrobe and the wall, hoping no one would think to look there until he could get rid of them.

Anna ended the call and poured the pancake batter onto the griddle. “I saw the photos. Anything I can do to help?” “Set the table?” Anna tried to maintain her composure, but she was viably shaken. It was her choice and her compulsion in the present world, and the vow she made to Esther in her other world to publish Vasthi’s Daughter as nonfiction, not to mention how Nate came to write the book in the first place. It never occurred to her that challenged religious text would have resulted in such a backlash. While neither she nor Nate were considered atheist, Anna was well aware of the uproar Philip Pullman’s His Dark Materials trilogy caused. While banning a book was a sure-fire way to make