Novel & Cerita Books I Want To Talk About

I walked into the library and I could not hold back the excitement bubbling towards the surface. I mean who could believe that a man like Dante would have a library talk more, reading a book. I was in awe, I won’t lie. He just smiled at my reaction and we both talked about books. And the ones we've read and I knew that our taste in books were quite similar. I love any environment that had books. He took out a book from the shelf and I checked for the title.

No one was present and I had all the time choosing and deciding what I wanted. "You can buy three books, maximum" Karthik added from beside me. Only three books? Just three books out of all these eye-catching feasts before me? I wish I could buy the whole shelf because there were wide varieties of books also the books I wanted to read so badly which had been stuck on my wish list for years. I could see the Harry Potter series pocking out of the fantasy section; my all-time favorite book. But I had already read them back home so it's a waste of time. I also saw Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys books to my left which excitingly was the crime and thriller section, I had almost read all of them too. I

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!”

I nodded awkwardly, not knowing what else to say. “It's one of my favorite books to read, it's got everything you want to know about herbs in it. I would recommend for you to read but you don't seem like a big fan of books” “Nah, not this kind of book but I do love reading at times,” I said with a little laugh and then scratched the back of my head. “Uhm, you know I think I'll come back later, there's this little stuff I got to take care of”

"In all the books I read, nothing good ever came from a conversation that started with “we need to talk” OK--- book talk it is then! “And the books would be right about that too,” I said, never realizing that I’d be having a book club conversation with the most ruthless alpha in existence. “But isn’t it also true, that most of the time, something important was said that you really ought to know.” “You’ve been reading the same books I see,” he mumbled, sounding like a petulant kid. And yes, I was still desperately trying not to laugh… “They’re written for women like me,” I pointed out and gestured towards a stool where we could sit and have a conversation. “Please, sit!”

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.”

I look forward to being a well known writer like, Chimamanda Ngozie Adichie, the late legend; Chinua Achebe, Nnedi Okorafor, Wole Soyinka, Colleen Hoover, Ted dekker, Sidney sheldon, Dean Koontz and so many others. I don't think I have ever seen anyone who reads wild like I do. My love for books is out of this world, I just purely love good books, like really really good books with awesome plots. I can't be spotted anywhere without holding a novel. I was about to read one, 'Home coming' by Yaa Gyasi.

he said and smiled. I just slightly nooded at him. "There's no use of covering it. Just order something for me. I'm hungry. I haven't had breakfast yet. Also, get Colleen Hoover's 'It ends with us' book for me, please. " Many people say that the book is a sad story, so I will try it. I really like novels with a sad theme. Maybe because I've experienced sadness and pain in my life, that's why I have the same taste when it comes to books.

CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN: "Guilty secret. " //Chandra Margaret// Talking to Christian isn't that bad. Knowing that we actually kinda have the same interest with books. "What did you do at the back?" Seah curiously ask. I shake my head. "Nothing. I found the book that I wanted to re-read."

I wonder and then my eyes fall on the wall clock which is hanging on the wall in front of me. It's 7:34 PM. I gulp and go inside. The door of the room is still open and I eventually forget about it. I see two bookshelves on the right side of the room. I walk towards them and scan the books. The Silent Patient, The Art Of Dealing With People, Criminal Psychology, Bad Science, The Power Of Your Conscious Mind, Thinking Fast And Slow, Atomic Habits, Rationality, Talking To Strangers, Righteous Mind, The Theory Of Everything.