Best Feel-good Books Novels & Stories

I donated a dozen books from the Barlowe house—stories I wanted other young girls to find: Jane Eyre, Little Women, The Secret Life of Bees, Becoming, The House on Mango Street, and more. Books that had whispered to me when the world was too loud. Books that had taught me what a woman could be. Mrs. Bertram smiled as she scanned the titles. “This will change someone’s life,” she said. I nodded. “That’s the goal.” I stopped at the market afterward for fresh apples and ginger chews. A few people I knew offered kind smiles, congratulations, warm nods. The town had softened. The whispers had quieted. And even when they hadn’t… I no longer let them land.

There could be a slip up, I might just mistakenly say something I'd rather not say. One more reason why it was a kind of safe space with Kunle and Sophia. We talk about everything and yet, nothing. "Well, All books, all genres except sad fictions. I don't understand why books would have sad endings. Books like All the bright colors, The fault in our stars, We were liars and co. I hate reading those kind of books. I prefer books like Eleanor and Park, Holding up the Universe, A very large expanse of sea. Generally, light novels that'd just make me smile. A sun is also a star, books with breathtaking ending that'd make you feel things."

"Rest well. Don't think about anything. I'll make you some soup to help you recover." If I had not known the truth, I would have thought I was the happiest man in the world. Now, this false tenderness was tearing my heart apart. Fiona brought over a steaming bowl of chicken noodle soup. "Honey, you look so pale. You have to drink it all." She fed me spoonful by spoonful. The aroma was enticing. It seemed she had put a lot of effort into it, but I tasted that familiar bitterness. It was that drug again!

The beautifully written paragraphs painted vivid pictures in my mind, allowing me to momentarily forget my own worries and immerse myself in a world of love and possibility. The book weaved a tale of sacrifice, forgiveness, and unwavering belief in the power of love. Each turn of the page brought me a renewed sense of hope, reminding me that even in the darkest of times, love had the ability to heal, to mend broken hearts, and to bring joy back into the world. As hours passed, my heart felt lighter, and the weight of my concerns seemed to fade into the background. The library had become my sanctuary, serving as the bridge between the harsh realities of life and the enchanting realms of imagi

All I needed to be pumped at the start of the day was to have my coffee on the table beside me and then a book in my warm hands— there wasn't much I would pick over this. Another thing I found ineffable was the effect good stories had on me. I couldn't emphasize just how good stories made me feel. I loved the way I could get lost in stories and not be bothered at all. More than just a way to escape, I saw it as a journey. Yes, a journey. A journey into the lives of characters that I often understood more than even they themselves. It was quite stimulating to be able to move through each phase of fictional characters' lives; experiencing every moment with them.

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Bookstores are putting it on the bestseller table. "Always" becomes a bestseller. Not just a quiet success. But a real bestseller. A book that people are reading and talking about and sharing with the people they love. A woman at a reading tells Nadia: "Your book saved my marriage because it showed me that love is supposed to be work." And in that moment, Nadia understands that everything she's been working toward has landed exactly where it needed to land. The book is doing its job. The message is reaching people. The work continues.

Someone eventually places a plate of food in my lap—a hot, gooey toastie—and I nibble as I read, my eyes never straying from the pages. This book might be the best thing I’ve ever read. Or maybe it’s just that—for once—I feel something close to peace. Freedom.

Permit me to say this but I don't think I will regret staying here…. The book clearly covered my face as I tried to find my way through an empty desk. Florida could only laugh at my silly attitude. She just won't understand so I laughed along with her. Dropping down the books, I heaved in relief. "Fifty Shades Of Grey," I read out, caressing the book cover. I'm definitely reading all these. "Shannara Chronicles," “Game of thrones,” "Beautiful Disaster," "wow…..this is really amazing," I exclaimed, reading the title of each book I grabbed.