Begin Again Book Reviews Novels & Stories

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.

I walked around and saw all the books that were on the bookshelves. Everything is organized in alphabetic order, and each stack was organized into different genres. How can someone be so organized? I picked up a book that caught my attention and went to Aaron’s desk. I know that this is all wrong, and if Aaron finds out, he is going to kill me, but I couldn't resist all these books. I wore his jacket, and his scent covered me and made me more relaxed. Why does he make me feel this way? As much as I am scared when I am around him, he still manages to make me feel something I have never felt before. God, what is he doing to me? I started reading the book, and I wrapped myself in his jacket.

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

He had also been accumulating the marginal arguments that had been forming in the spaces of the material — the arguments that were not yet in the text but that lived in the white space around the text, in the gaps between the sentences, in the questions that the interviews raised but did not answer. By July he had sufficient material. The argument was clear. The form had arrived. And the beginning was the beginning rather than the continued accumulation — a distinction that Don had learned to recognize from The Inside Account, which had taken him three years of accumulation before he knew how to begin, and which had taught him that the beginning of a book was not a decision but a recognition

Could unify. Beginning proved it. Beginning demonstrated it. Beginning was it. And that was enough. And that was everything. And that was exactly right. Beginning existed. Hope's legacy endured. The story continued. Forever. Always. Beautifully. Beginning was here. And beginning was beautiful. And beginning was exactly right. The story continued. Forever. Always. Eternally. Beginning was here. And that was perfect. END OF CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND ONE And so the story continues, forever evolving, forever beginning anew...

Thanks once more for the massive support, I really appreciate. Surprisingly, there would be a book two, Yes!!!!, I noticed why my book was rejected at a point was because of the beginning part of the book, I am writing the second part of this book and I promise you all that this one would be intriguing, you would laugh, cry, smile, be extremely mad at me at some point, but it would be far better than this. I can't thank you guys enough, once more, thanks a lot. I love you all so much.