Beautifully Written Books Novels & Stories

If the spine of the book was with gold, the other side of that is painted either with a mesmerising landscape or scene, or a pattern that was so beautiful it might as well be a wall paper for the houses of everyone. “Wow,'' I mumbled to myself as I made my fingers glide from one book to another. They are all so beautiful. This is how books should be treated— with grace and care and all the special treatment there is— not left somewhere in a dark corner to collect dust and rot as the paper gets shredded by rats or by the time. I was so mesmerised that I was not able to notice that another person was also with me inside the Royal Library, browsing through the contents of a shelf labelled— fina

She paused, taken aback by Arielle’s sudden enthusiasm. “Even if it means Mom crying all night,” Estelle chimed in from across the room, rolling her eyes dramatically. Crystal shot her a mock glare and defended herself. “You don’t understand the beauty of a good book. So what if it’s sad? If the author can move you to ugly tears, it means they have written something truly special.” She turned back to Arielle, her expression softening. “That’s what makes this book so good.” “I couldn’t agree more,” Arielle said, nodding fervently. Her eyes sparkled with admiration. “Maa, have you tried Chains of Desires by the same author? If you loved this one, there are so many others you’d enjoy!”

"The bookstores are not just selling our books, they are protecting them." Elena looked up at Julian. Smiled. She was happy because she had been writing for a time and it had always been hard. She used to write all night just to keep her books visible online.. Now things were different. She had a place to write. People were reading her books because they wanted to, not just because they saw them online. "They used to tell us that our books were only good if people were reading them online, " Elena said, taking a sip of tea. ". That is not true. When people read a book they are not just reading it they are part of something."

“To make them true in the way that only speaking makes true.” Priya stood. She held a book — small, worn at the spine. The specific well-loved quality of something read many times. She looked at the garden. At Mia specifically. “I chose this,” she said, “because she told me once — years ago, in a library, before any of this — that the best writing was the kind that said the true thing you didn’t know you needed to hear until you read it.” She held the book. “This is that.” She read.

It was just like the writings of a computer, neatly and clearly obvious. Her perfect handwriting flows gracefully across the page, with elegant curves and consistent spacing. Each letter was meticulously formed, exuding a sense of sophistication and precision that captures attention and invites admiration. I picked up the drawings, and observed the nude pictures perfectly sketched out on blank sheets. This young Miss drawing is a mesmerizing dance of colors and lines, weaving together to create a vivid tapestry of emotions. With each stroke, she breathes life into her creation, capturing fleeting moments of beauty and depth.

I look forward to being a well known writer like, Chimamanda Ngozie Adichie, the late legend; Chinua Achebe, Nnedi Okorafor, Wole Soyinka, Colleen Hoover, Ted dekker, Sidney sheldon, Dean Koontz and so many others. I don't think I have ever seen anyone who reads wild like I do. My love for books is out of this world, I just purely love good books, like really really good books with awesome plots. I can't be spotted anywhere without holding a novel. I was about to read one, 'Home coming' by Yaa Gyasi.

he said; "why don't you write one?" "I am too fond of reading books to care to write them, Mr. Erskine. I should like to write a novel certainly, a novel that would be as lovely as a Persian carpet and as unreal. But there is no literary public in England for anything except newspapers, primers, and encyclopaedias. Of all people in the world the English have the least sense of the beauty of literature."

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“Boss likes this property; he almost forced the writer to leave this place. The writer left the place and settled in Seattle. Boss considered destroying it, but Boss’s mother always told him that BOOKS ARE THE BEST FRIENDS. So he changed his mind and kept this.” Elaina giggled, “Just wow!” She started checking for books. She checked every rack and the names of the books. Every book has its different captive techniques. Immediately, she falls in love with those books. “The writer must have good taste,” Elaina picked up a romance book and checked. A lot of books drove Elaina crazy. Seeing her happiness, Nina asked, "Do you like to read books?" "Of course," Elaina chirped. She picked up many bo

"Writers of sad books probably don't write to escape, they write because they feel the need to let people know that life isn't just a bed of roses. Why sugarcoat things when they can be honest?" She breathed deeply, probably wondering why I was so keen on this thing and to be honest, I was starting to wonder about that too. "I'd have loved to argue with you but you're right and that's a little bit disheartening." I chuckled at how low her voice when she said the last part before I moved even closer. "So, A Walk to Remember or The fault in our stars?" "Definitely A Walk To Remember." She answered in less than an heartbeat and I really just had to conclude that she must really have something a