Book Talk Samples Novels & Stories

"There's nothing that compares to it. The weight of it, the texture of the cover, the way the spine makes that little cracking sound when you open it for the first time..." Her body actually shivers as she describes this, and I'm stunned to find myself responding to her passion. If I didn't know better, I'd think she was describing an intimate encounter rather than reading a book. Her cheeks are flushed, her breathing slightly quicker, and there's a brightness to her eyes that's utterly mesmerizing. I should reconsider my opinion of libraries, it seems. I could listen to her talk about this for hours, though I'm becoming uncomfortably aware of a tightening in my trousers. Xavier would laugh

“No doubt.” “What about those two small FedEx boxes?” “Most recent novels from Samhain Horror.” “Awesome. Those books I bought at the Webb County Library sale last week?” “Sorted into general and mystery fiction. Struck the mother lode with all those Mary Higgins Clark novels.” “We cater to all tastes, miss. Unless you like Twilight, 50 Shades of Gray or James Patterson. Folks want drivel, they can drive to Utica.” “Hey. I actually liked Twilight. It wasn’t all bad.”

He sounds both suspicious and paranoid, a lovely combination. “About—” I hesitate, praying to every deity out there that I’m not wrong about this, “About some books you wrote.” “I’ve written a lot of books. And how do you know that?” “I’m referring to a particular book series you wrote, Mr. Lowenstein,” my voice is politer as relief fills me. “About the Blood Moon Hybrid.” His face blanches. “Not interested.” But when he tries to slam the door closed, I stick my foot in, preventing him from doing so. “It’s important I talk to you!”

As I go to hit my fist into the wall once more, I hear Finn's words from our last conversation. “But you can’t…” What did he mean by that? Does he know what will happen if I set her free? Maybe I should give him a call. There is also one more book I can look it up in but there is a chance that Samuel might not have it in his library. I pick up the phone and dial 3 once more. Samuel answers. “Samuel, I was wondering if you had one more book in your library?” “Which book?” “It is a very rare book and I know that there are not very many copies left of it as most of them were destroyed by some that thought the contents gave away too many secrets. It is called ‘The book of Forbidden Supernatural

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.”

Alie The invitation says Conversation on Story: Building Worlds for Real Life which is the kind of title that makes you feel smart while you drink tea out of a paper cup and pretend the folding chair isn’t a folding chair. The bookstore is small, all honeyed wood and lamps that try to be kind. Someone strung twinkle lights between nonfiction and essays, like stars got cozy in the ceiling.

“Thought you going to sleep?” “Yeah but then I picked up this book, it’s the one that started this whole shit show off. Got to say, it’s a brilliant read, I can see why people think it’s real. I might get myself a copy so I can finish it.” “I might give it a look myself then. Your sample is ready by the way.” he said handing her another coffee. “Ok, I’m on my way. Is your sample ready?” she asked as she stood and replaced the book back on top of the lockers.

I walked over to the children's books area, I was thankful no one was around as I sat down in a beanbag after grabbing a few books to read. "Ella, stop slouching around and get to work" my manager yells at me, there was no one in the shop while I was sitting around here. I looked up to see a woman standing next to the register, I huffed angrily and put the book away before walking over to the nice looking lady. "Hi ma'am, how may I help you?" I ask the woman, she was only about five feet tall, with brown long hair and brown eyes. "Hello, I'm here for the new werewolf story" she says looking at me, I tried my best to hide under my own overgrown bangs.

Damon shrugged, pushing his head forward to a book that was placed on the man's table, and the title that was written by the side was vivid, at least, enough for him to see. “That book,” he announced, raising an eyebrow. “Walking free by Dr. Munjed Muderis, in the year 2014.” “You've read it already?” The man kept revealing the shock on his face, after every word that left his mouth. “Yes,” Damon replied almost immediately, placing one hand in his pocket. “About three times to be precise, so yeah, that should be an easy guess.” “Then why did you use two options?” the man questioned, squinting.

Dan said. “Alright, Beta, we trust your judgment,” the men said and parted, and me and Dan entered inside. Just like the outside, the inside was telling too, huge and layered with books upon books. I was starting to think finding the book in particular wasn’t going to be easy. “You want to read about rogues and run patterns, right?” Beta Dan asked. “Yes, and other related things,” I added, so as not to ruin the possibility of diverging into something else later.