Book Of The Month Review Mga Nobela at Kwento

Both were really awkward at each other at first but when they found out that both were reading the same book, they eventually got a comfortable to talk at each other. “So, you also read that book-” “Yeah, I got into it after a friend of mine recommended it to me.” “Isn’t it a great book.” “Yeah, I got hooked on it after reading the first chapter.” “bla-bla-bla” Both continued to talked to each other and enjoyed their conversation. “I was feeling an awkward atmosphere growing between our table so I was gonna try to start a conversation but when you brought out your book, I was just surprised to see a person reading it.” The girl said.

I search through the books, using the shelves to slide the ladder around. I don't recognize any of them but one captures my attention. I grab it, sliding down the ladder. I head over to where Angel is lounging in a hammock and climb up beside her. The hammock is extremely soft. I lay down in it, propping the book up on my knees. "What book is that?" Angel asks me, peering over at the cover. "The History of Moon Wolves," I tell her and she looks at me funny. "Why would you need that? What don't you know about your own kind?" she scoffs.

Calm Before the Storm (Isabella's POV) The library smelled like old paper and cedar polish. Sunlight slanted through tall windows, catching dust motes that floated lazy in the air. I’d slipped away after the snowball fight, cheeks still pink from cold and laughter, needing quiet to sort through the mess inside my head. Shelves stretched high, packed with leather-bound books that looked older than the pack itself. I pulled one down at random, thick, dark cover stamped with a crescent moon. Ancient Mate Bonds: Stories of the Moon Goddess’s Gift and Curse. My fingers traced the title. I sank into a worn armchair, opened it, and started reading.

My mirror confirmed it for me. “Or did you think of it as something?” No, Kai Petrova. I did not think of it as anything. Maybe I thought of it as something a little. Not in the way he was suggesting, though. To clear my head, I grabbed a book from the study table. I’d gotten it from Kai yesterday. Down with the moon. It was a paranormal/adventure book written by one of Kai’s favorite authors, Christina Ekekwe. He’d suggested it for me after I told him I was bored. So far, it was a great read. Since I had nothing to do around here, I would finish reading it.

"Bring us the book, and we'll help you find Lily." I felt a cold pit form in my stomach. The Book of the Moon was one of the things that had driven a deep wedge between wolves and witches, a relic of power snatched away in a time of strife. To retrieve it would be nearly impossible and dangerously provocative. The book was believed to hold all the secrets of how to draw power from the moon. It was also something that could endanger the lives of all wolves. I had never seen the book. I didn’t even know if it was a real thing to me. It just sounded like something of stroys that our parents told us.

He shifts back; putting a seat between us and truly looking horrified. Bibah simply shakes her head at our childish shenanigans and takes a sip of her iced latte, metal straw clinking in the Hydro Flask. “The Awoo Book Club’s pick for this week is H.P Lovecraft.” She pats the voluminous book atop the pile and I notice it’s the library copy of H.P Lovecraft’s Omnibus 3. “I’m so excited to roast his ass.”

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A boy’s voice is tinged with disdain as he speaks in a low whisper. Ignoring the sting of the words, I move to the next shelf, determined to finish my task. I run my fingers along the spines of the books, feeling the textured wear of countless hands that have held them before. I place another card in front of an ancient copy of Turned By Moonlight, the pristine white of the new card stark against the yellowed pages.