Book Changed My Life Novels & Stories

The older lady patted her shoulder lightly while returning the smile then headed back to her business leaving Amy behind. "Where do I start from?" Confused Amelia whispered. "What kind of Christian books would be less boring?" She exhaled deeply while her fingers traced through the books on the shelf. “‘Ahaha!” exclaimed confused Amy as she picked out a book from the shelf. “What could this be about?” wondered Amy while she read the synopsis of the book in her hand. She read out in an undertone, “Filled with faith and inspiration, Break Out will challenge you to build a new prespective, let nothing hold you back…” Nodding her head in concurrence to the words she read, “ hmmmmm…. I certainly

, I told her “ You know what this book has different effect on different people because this book targets only the loved ones of the readers and depending upon your love towards your loved ones it keeps on changing its chapters and story lines so that it can effect or harm your loved ones as early as possible “, she told me

I chuckled, she must be hungry and I don't have the heart to wake her up unless she wakes up herself. I picked up the book I was reading. It's a motivational book titled 'FINDING MYSELF'. After the birth of my child, I was so down that I thought I had everything under control. I almost lost myself in the whole thing. I was glad I have Martha and Bella who helped me out through the whole process.

It was quiet, almost sacred, with sunlight streaming through the large windows and rows of books inviting me to lose myself in their worlds. I wandered through the aisles aimlessly until I stumbled across a section on business biographies. My fingers hovered over the spines until I spotted one that looked familiar: Against All Odds: The Rise of Evan Bennett. I pulled the book from the shelf, my heart racing. I hadn't known a biography about him existed. The cover featured a candid photo of Evan, his piercing eyes staring directly at the camera.

I think about the fact that I've documented our entire journey from the beginning to now. The first book was testimony. It was survival. It was what happened to me and how I survived it. The second book was healing. It was transformation. It was what we built from the survival. This book is what comes after. It's what it looks like to live in the life you've built. It's what it looks like to choose someone for so long that the choosing becomes invisible because it's so woven into who you are. The working title is simply: Always. Because that's the answer to the question. That's the response to the daily choosing. That's what love actually means when you understand it completely.

I’d liked Finn for so long that even I had started to forget why. We grew up in the same alley. Maybe it was the time I cried outside after doing poorly on a test, and he gave me a piece of candy. Maybe it was when he brought me breakfast every day in middle school. Maybe it was when my college admission ticket went missing, and he risked being late just to help me look for it. Later, he confessed to me, and I was overjoyed. However, after he went abroad, he became a completely different person. Looking back now, I realize it all started in college. He didn’t actually like me. What he loved was the feeling of being admired. If he still thought I would go back to him, that was nothing but wis

I held his hand tightly, returning his devotion with all my heart. “I don’t want to spend the rest of my life with anyone else but you.” Around us, the applause swelled, blessings echoing through the hall. Then, an unexpected guest appeared. Greg had shown up uninvited, dressed in a sharp suit, but his face betrayed a quiet sadness. He approached me, his voice rough around the edges. “Zoe, I came to wish you happiness, one last time.” I looked at him, my heart calm and distant, and said evenly, “Thank you. I’m very happy.”

The first message from a reader came that evening. Not a review — a message. Someone who had read the book, or begun reading it, and had written to her through the website Leo had built. A short message. Six sentences. She read it at her desk after dinner. I read the first three chapters of your book on the train home tonight. I had to stop because I was crying and I didn’t want the other passengers to see. I’m not sure why I’m writing to you. I think it’s because the book made me feel like my life was possible. Not my specific life — I live very differently from you. But the quality of the choosing. The daily, deliberate choosing. I didn’t know other people did that. Thank you.

Everything was changing too quickly and The Books of Life were becoming the center of everything. And if we didn't get them as we initially planned, we might miss the change and as well, get affected by it negatively.

She used to write about kindness in the journal she carried everywhere. Whenever life became overwhelming, I'd open one of those pages and remind myself that good people still existed. Standing here now... I was beginning to believe it again. "Aya?" Jamey's sleepy voice floated through the hallway. "In here!" A few seconds later, my younger brother wandered inside without looking where he was going, his nose buried inside a thick book. "Pancakes," he muttered automatically. Then his foot slammed into one of the stools. "Ouch." He looked up.