Novel & Cerita Book Review My Brilliant Friend

KHEERA " What did your friend later do about her issues ?" Tina asked and I rolled my eyes at her. I regret listening to her advice . " she followed your advice and she discovered the guy is with another girl now " I replied eyeing her . " Your friends deserves it .....or should I say you deserve it " she replied smiling shyly at me . How did she know I'm the one ? " How did I know ? It was obvious plus everytime someone needs your opinion on what's happening to their friends it's always what they are going no through but ashamed to admit ".she said as a matter of factedly .

I have a fabulous friend. And if it isn’t obvious by now, the person that I am talking about is Christine Gyamfi. And if you don't know who she is, then read the other book; The Light's Shadow. It's an original book that she wrote herself. I personally didn't read the book, but I'm sure that you will. I mean, why are you reading this then? But that's beside the point. Christine is awesome. She is hilarious, kind, and sweet. The woman also treats everyone around her with respect. She is one of the few people that fuels my faith in humanity.

The way she watched me like a hawk almost made me laugh. Brittany and I have been friends for a long time, since childhood really. Our parents were best friends, so we also became best friends. She was older than me by two years so she was like my older sister. I would give my life for her and she would do the same, if she wasn't here, I wouldn't even know what to do.

That was just one of many things I hadn’t told her. “You’re nothing like that, okay? For Christ’s sake, look at you. You’re beautiful. You’re a writer—a popular one, working on her second book. And you’re my BEST FRIEND! If that doesn’t scream identity, I don’t know what does,” she said fiercely. I gave her a small smile. I was her best friend—that was enough. “You never asked who told her that,” I said after a moment. She stilled, her body tensing. “No.”

Ashley pouts, her lips downturned but her eyes giving her away—disappointment and longing written all over her face. "Is the D really that good?" Chelsea asks, smirking over her coffee. "Better," Ashley says without hesitation, her tone so flat it's clear she's not exaggerating. I nearly choke on my donut. Fantastic. Now my appetite's gone. Nothing kills a sugar rush faster than hearing your best friend rate your brother's dick like it belongs on Yelp. Tuning them out before Ashley can scar me further, I slide my phone out of my pocket and open the group chat. My thumb hovers for a second, hesitation twisting in my gut like it always does when I feel like I'm bothering them while they're han

"How.. How did you know I..." "I saw you buying Blueberry cake when you came with your brother in law . And the way you were excited told me you like blueberry cheese cake. So... Can you give me a chance to be your friend. My younger fellow I want to take care of". Bright said sitting beside him. Win took the fork and opened the box. He took a bite to eat. Bright was looking intently at him.

In the end, throughout the night my bookshelf was completely dismantled and he stole almost ten books containing light reading. That night, I felt victorious. My house is the best place to complain that he almost often goes. "This book is for you. Read it whenever you feel annoyed, hopeless, nervous, or afraid. There is a lot of good motivation that will make you come back to yourself," I said again, ruffling his thick hair. My best friend lowered his head, acting like a student who respects his teacher. However, that annoying face really looks so obvious. "Of course, Professor Jonas Finnegan Trent!" he said, made a salute form to me.

“I want to go with you. Plus, I’ve never seen the shop. It’s time we change that.” Pippa rolls over on the bed, her feet kicking the air. “I invited you to the opening. You didn’t show.” A twinge of guilt rattles through me. There were so many things I missed out on because I was too chicken to face Cade—my best friend opening her dream bakery and coffee shop being one of them. I strip out of my pajamas and slide a pair of worn jeans up my legs. “Shittiest best friend award goes to me,” I say, only half-joking.

"Who do you think you are, bringing this trash in here? Wendy already got me copies of her private tutor's notes. We're talking questions written by a professor, one from the prestigious Hartwell University. Something a failing student like you scratched together belongs in the garbage." The torn edge of the paper caught my cheek and left a thin cut. I looked at Samantha's smug expression. She was so emboldened by having someone powerful backing her. Any lingering attachment I still had toward our friendship vanished. "Samantha." My voice came out calm, and somehow the laughter around us faded. "This is the last time you'll ever get to talk to me like that. Make it count." I turned and walke