Novel & Cerita Book Review Title Page

They should be in climate-controlled areas, not just thrown in the daily mail and shipped across the country. “Not sure what these are,” I say, picking up a few dark volumes. “And they’re covered in dust.” I blow off the cover, trying to dislodge the grime. “And no titles. Lovely.” I put them to the side, hoping to make most of our progress on the easily-categorized ones and then revisiting. “No title?” Ben asks, curiously, coming to look over my shoulder. “What about on the spine? Inside cover?” I pick one back up and scan the side. “It’s disgusting. We should clean it.” But I open a cover anyway, squinting at the small print. “A…. J… Nie-lan? Nillan?”

Gazing back towards the book, it felt as if something was pushing me towards it. I got up and walked towards the book. Placing it on my lap I noticed that the cover was filled with complicated detailing. The material felt rough, it felt old but well-taken care of. The colors were a mixture of ash grey, gold, and specks of white, the title was written in crimson red. Taking a bite from my food, I opened the first page of the book. ---------- [Chapter Quote: "Her soul belongs to words and books. Every time she reads, she is home ."]

I moved the books I had placed on the counter stopping short in confusion when I came across Tim's manuscript. I had been meaning to look at his work and now a part of me felt eager to read it. Eager to feel an ounce of comfort in his words that often made me question the strings that held life into the shape it was. Picking it up I took a seat no longer fascinated by the images splayed on the TV screen. Running my petite hand over the cover page, in a delicate caress. Opening the first page- my eyes zoom in on the first title, typed out in big, bold capital letters: AN ODD PAIR

I returned a favoring smile to her by doing it genuinely before I took the book on her soft palm, an almost thick book with a blue cover. The book is heavy. On the front cover, there is a closed eye with long black thick lashes in a form of feathers placed inside a pentagon. Outside the badge has a wonderful abstract ocean and sunrise. Below it, golden embossed letters are shining to make its cover spectacular: BOOK OF A ZONER "Begin reading from page two to page five," Psyche said to me, stopping me in amazement. So I did what she wanted me to do. I flipped the pages until I reached the second page of the book. I started reading what's on it.

Her lips quivered as she read the title—A Trickster; An Evilest and The Sinister! “What’s this? Tell me, what my father did!” With ragged breaths, she crawled to seize it. She skimmed through the cover onto the pages until a blank page came in the view and a blackened wrist jumped out of nowhere. She panted. It wrote a prophecy with the red ink.

It was in that, with the turn of pages of a book, I could lose myself between the pages and forget, even if just for a moment, the complex web of my life. Today opened like each of the rest days: the house was quiet, and I was looking for another book to pass the time with. I ran my fingers along the spines of all the books on the shelves, and one leather-bound volume seemed out of place. I pulled it out; it was a book about hybrids. Its spine was cracked and its pages were frayed from having been read so many times before. I went to the table of contents, and my eyes grew wide with chapters entitled, "History of Hybrids," "Powers and Abilities," and "Notable Hybrids in History."