Begin Again Book Reviews Novels & Stories

We went downstairs together, and the morning organized itself around us in the ordinary way, and Sofia moved through it with a quality I had been watching develop over the months and now saw clearly — the quality of someone who had fully returned. Not to who she had been before — that person was gone, and the Sofia who had come back was someone else entirely, shaped by absence and return in ways the original couldn't have been. But returned to herself. To the full occupation of her own life, her own body, her own choices. It was, I thought, the most beautiful thing I had watched happen in this house. And this house had contained extraordinary things. By the end of the first week there were f

I've never read any of them. It was only after he spoke that I realize he was behind me. I thought he was still sitting on the bed. I run my hands over the book, my eyes catching the titles, A fresh Start, For Mbatha and Rebecca, Agony in get voice, Felicia, The betrayal, for better for worse, Evbu my love... I pulled Evbu, my love out. It's actually my best pacesetter novel. I flipped through the pages and sniffed it.

" I don’t turn a person into a bookworm. You should give it a try. Reading is fun. " His fingers slid through the spines of the book. "Will you let me borrow your books?" Yes, yes. Just take care of them. " I don’t usually lend books to other people. He’s a friend, and he saved me from death. Lending him a book every week or so was not a huge distraction. "I suggest a thriller book for beginners and guys like you." "Are they good?" "They were fantastic." I walked toward him and picked up a book for him to take to his place. I chose a third-person point of view for my domestic thriller. The one that crept up on me one time. "Try this."

Woah! I can't believe I'm back here once again, gosh I almost forgot all about this book entirely. But I decided to return back to this book. A lot has happened since the last chapter, I was lost for a while and had to emotionally stabilize myself. I won't lie, the reason I dropped this book was because when I started writing it, I had hoped for a lot of readers to read it, so when it wasn't gaining the attention that it deserved, I felt really less motivated each day. But of course that was my young author mind back then and I was still a newbie in my brain.

I tossed it back into the drawer and chose the other by default. "The beginning of the end" I read out from the cover, then paused it think about it for a second "Hmm...interesting" I said, flipping through to the first chapter. Uninterrupted, I finished the first chapter in minutes but somewhere in the middle of the second, Caleb brought me dinner. I ate to my fill and lay down supine, meditating on the unfolding storyline.

Personally, I want to see what's in that book. I'd spent yet another evening thinking about her. She's the first thing in life that had taken my focus off the endgame, which is not exactly a good thing. I didn't make provisos for being sidetracked because until one day ago, I didn't think there was anything that could sway me from my path. But something about her situation keeps pulling at me, and I know I won't rest until I get to the bottom of this shit.

Alright. He kept sending me videos from nine onward. There was nothing out of the ordinary. It looked like I had to wait until they were done negotiating. When class was over, I was about to do some revising when noticed the cell hidden in my book receiving messages like crazy. I clicked my cell and saw it filled with news of John being dead.

With a happy smile on her face, she began browsing through several novels she used to love and finally picked one up. “Wow, it feels like going back to the time when I first started writing stories,” Ayleen said, recalling those fond memories. Ayleen read the back cover of one of the books and held it as if it were a treasure she cherished dearly. As she was engrossed in examining the book, which was still wrapped in plastic, she heard someone say from behind her, “Want to buy that book?” The book Ayleen was holding immediately slipped from her hands, making a sound that wasn’t too loud but was enough to make several customers in the bookstore turn to look at her.

I took a deep breath and said, "I'm not. I just don't want you to feel disgusted by me." Jake was speechless, as if a thought had suddenly crossed his mind. "Sorry to burst your bubble, but I've never gotten an abortion before," I added. Jake was completely flabbergasted. His face paled as he mustered meekly, "I..." I unbuckled my seatbelt and reminded him, "Return this to me after signing it. Don't make me wait too long."

The air is a bit cold and I am feeling lazy, lazy to do my work and also to go to my therapy session this afternoon. A part of me wishes to call Dr Mendel and ask to cancel, but I think of my promise to my dad and then I end up going. My dad and I are in a good place, it's like we are reconnecting again after the months long mourning period. I cant mess this up. Besides, it's been so relieving to just talk and release things held inside. So again, I can't mess up my progress just because I am feeling lazy. With a free period given to us and one more class left until school is over, I decide to spend it in the school library, relaxing in my seat and reading a romance novel. I am so into the s