Book Reviews Parents Novels & Stories

“You’re learning to coexist with it.” Damian nodded slowly. That felt achievable. --- He also did something quietly absurd. He started reading parenting books. It began as a joke, one he didn’t tell anyone. He ordered one online late at night, then another, then another. Soon his bedside table was stacked with titles about attachment, emotional intelligence, gentle discipline. Emma caught him reading one in the living room and squinted suspiciously. “Is that homework?” she asked. Damian glanced down at the book, then back up at her. “Something like that.”

"Okay, but if you get five onesies, I get to choose five books." "Deal." Five minutes later, Valeria was still shrieking at footie pajamas as Kc had made her way over to the parenting books, holding up "Daddy-ing For Dummies" with one raised skeptical brow. Why does this resemble a product of a man who's never cradled a baby?" he grumbled. "Because it likely is," said a voice from behind him. He turned to witness a fellow soon-to-be father rolling a cart full of suspiciously identical items.

I asked, curiously. “This is the book of the mate. Witches and Wolves, especially Rogues. It tells you here all you need to know about them, and the mate’s bond. Read it as soon as you’re able to, sweetheart. Every question will be answered,” Dad mentioned, handing me the heavy book. I was now curious to see what it was all about. What about Witches and Rogues could I find out? After giving my parents a kiss, I headed back to my room. I held the book against my chest while I opened the door and walked in, locking the door behind me.

The young boy stared at her with his big, inky eyes, fully focused. On his chubby face, long eyelashes resembled tiny brushes, framing his tender, fair visage. A perfect blend of cuteness and charm. Diana cleared her throat, "I don't really want anything, but I do want to tell you something. Those books, well, maybe you shouldn't read them." "Why?" "They're not suitable. If your parents find out, they'll definitely scold you." At this, the young boy blinked his large eyes, "I don't have parents, just an older brother."

"Is that so? Well thank you very much. But what takes you so long?" "Me and my parents had a lengthy discussion about several things like the welfare of this nation and some other stuff," Prince Arthur looked at the book his mother gave him. "Before I leave, she gave me this book about Prince of Egypt. She says that will inspire you allot to become a great king of this nation!" "Indeed," said Charlotte. "I have read that book before but you'd like I can read it again for you!" "I am honored, that's actually my plan. As I said earlier when we were in the river, I am lazy reading books. But now that you are here, I think I will start exploring some good books!"

She was a sight to look at. "You can try out the books in my library. I'm sure you'll find one that piques your interest. I read a book titled 'Coping with the boss'. It's a romance novel written by ObsessedInk_writer and it's very interesting. I honestly enjoyed my read. You can read it too. I'm sure you will enjoy it too. We can even read together and discuss the storyline when we are done reading. It will be fun!" She clapped her hands and giggled. Then just as fast as it had been for her to smile, a frown took over and she dropped her gaze. "I used to do that with my mom before she got so busy." "Where are your parents? What do they do?" I decided to ask, curious to know.

“Together.” The sunlight streaming through the library windows had shifted to a mellow gold, catching dust motes in the air. We had been here since morning—surrounded by piles of parenting books, notebooks, and scattered sticky notes with phrases like feeding intervals and safe sleep positions. The smell of parchment and tea mixed with the faint floral scent of Seraphina’s hair. By afternoon, we were down to the last book on the stack—its title written in soft silver across the cover: From Pack Leader to Father: Transitioning with Grace.

“I feel for the teacher. It’s like looking into my future.” “Great kids who are super smart and can read by the time they’re in first grade?” I asked, knowing that there are a ton of kids who go through elementary school with reading difficulties. “Hell no,” she said. “I’m talking about the entitled parents who think their children are perfect angels when they’re actually little shits.” Kimi and I both laughed at that. “Kimi is totally going to be one of those asshole parents!” I giggled. “Fuck you!” she said. “My kid is going to be absolutely perfect that they won’t get into any trouble at school.”

But that’s pretty much everything and exams are on the eleventh week… but I’m not looking forward to that. “No one really knows but it’s meant to be something awesome,” Rachel responded and that just seemed fishier, why would parents send their kids to a school they barely understood? Were they being forced or did the parents not love their kids? “There have been good reviews and you can’t go wrong with that.” Pawxlore’s the best anyway, as everyone says, they wouldn’t believe it could go wrong.

she’d said, “and people teasing Alex into shape.” Beatrice had made lasagna. Rachel brought fancy lemonade. Raymond grilled Alex all dinner like a dad doing a background check. It was hilarious. “So, have you read any parenting books yet?” Raymond asked between bites. “I’ve bookmarked twelve,” Alex replied. “Actually read them?” “…define ‘read,’” he said, earning himself a playful smack from me. Rachel offered some advice on navigating baby stores. “It’s all a scam. Just don’t fall for anything that says ‘multi-stage growth system.’ That’s code for ‘$800 stroller you don’t need.’”