Book Review Of The Bluest Eye Novels & Stories

They are in the same place they were last time I was in the store. I walk along the shelves, running my fingers along the spines of the books. How many of these stories had saved me from my sadness? How many of them had taught me the lessons that I would pass on to Ethan? Grinning like a moron, I grab A Pair of Blue Eyes by Thomas Hardy and sit and read. I get lost in the story of love and loss. This story had touched my life so deeply in a time when I needed it. This book gave me the strength to keep going, no matter how hard I had it. I knew that I never wanted to give up. I wanted to be stronger than the girl of this book. “I never thought that in all my life I would see you again.”

The fact that we deal with numerous cases of the said don'ts proves it's a time-wasting affair. With no motivation whatsoever, I took long, quick strides towards the welcoming hall. I was in the middle of my speech when I felt eyes on me. I glanced around, and my gaze fell on a slender blonde boy who looked truly scared. He had beautiful golden-brown eyes and I couldn't look away!

“Girls should be like this one. Sweet and obedient. Not like that stone head cold hearted vampire lady.” He then went and laid on his bed and closed his eyes smiling in satisfaction with the encounter he just had. But as he did, sudden flashes of a face appeared spontaneously in his mind. Fragments of Nezeira’s image especially the one during the awards function. The way she jumped and lifted her face. Those electric blue piercing eyes and a demeanor unlike any woman he ever came across. Yihan opened his eyes and sat up. He felt uncomfortable yet a strange feeling crept in him. A sense of strong attraction’ something he never felt in his life. An invisible pull which makes him think of nothi

They were most of the time, working together leaving Blue by herself giving her time to do whatever she felt like without questions from them. She was cleaning and reading and singing and was having a good time by herself. Blue: wow what's this? She said as she saw a glistening type of book on the shelf. It was made with purple leaves. She took it to a table and glanced through the pages. She found out that it was filled with songs. Blue: wow! I wish I could keep this She decided to ask ma'am Shell if she could borrow it She kept it back on the shelf and went to Rainbow and Jace

“Good book?” Vincent wrapped a hand around his wife’s foot, flopping lazily in the air. Laid on her stomach, chin in her fist, she hardly seemed pregnant. Though Vincent knew better. She had a smell about her, certainly something he’d conjured on his own. A sweet smell. Her hormones mixing with his. Her breasts bulging from her shirt. Skin soft and sticky much the same way well-rested dough was. “Alias Grace. Ironic, I know.” Blue closed the book. Peered over her shoulder. Kicked against his hand playfully.

I made my self comfortable and made a point to remind my self that next I came , I should carry a blanket since the bench wasn't very warm. I immediately opened my book and got so absorbed reading it that I didn't notice footsteps approaching me till my book was yanked out of my hands. "Hey." I say protesting looking up. That looking up however let me see the most beautiful sight I had ever had the pleasure of seeing.The little boy that had yanked the book out of my hands seemed to have been God's favorite during creation because he was a sight to behold. He had white blond hair, blue eyes ,beautiful skin and was just overall perfect.

The first thing I noticed about Blue’s room was how empty it felt. Not messy. Not abandoned. Just… quiet. Like he didn’t want to leave a mark in case he had to disappear again. There were no posters on the walls, just some thumbtack holes where they used to be. A stack of books sat under the window, most with folded pages and cracked spines. His bed was made — too perfectly — the way people make things when they don’t trust they’ll stay in one place for long.