Books Like Bridge To Terabithia Novels & Stories

It is Divergent, insurgent, and Allegiant first edition series, the notebook, The fault in our stars, and Shakespeare books. "I didn't know what kind of books you like, so I just picked the ones I think you might love"a voice startled me, and I placed my hand over my chest. "You scared me, " "Sorry," there is a dark grey wardrobe just behind the door. And a matt on the floor, a white round table at the corner. "It's fine really, I think I will read them. It's been a while since I have read an addictive book, maybe I will find one in these books. Who knows"I shrug, and sit on the bed.

I wandered through the compound until I found myself in the library, as usual. I browsed the shelves for a while before pulling out a thick book about the northern territories. The book was old, the pages yellowed and crinkled with age, but the hand-drawn illustrations were still beautiful. I got comfortable in one of the chairs near a window and began to read. Most of the content was about trade routes and pack histories, but one chapter caught my attention. It described the far northern mountains—the ones beyond the Thornwood, where no one ever set foot.

I punched the bridge of my nose and rubbed my temples, telling the stress that had chained me to release me from it's shackles. Jade's turn and she told a story that had already been written by some author known as Godwin Hosanna Aga. The book was named in the deep and it was about some girl named Hephzibah and it was pretty interesting and scary the way my baby sister had told it with a touch light under her chin, illuminating her face and weird canines. "And that is, in the deep!" Jade screamed, stomping her feet on the floor and howling like a wolf.

She wasn’t the kind to dart ahead like other kids. No, Myra moved slowly, her eyes tracing each shelf as though the books might lean down and whisper secrets meant just for her. I could already picture it—the way her lips would part when she found a story she liked, her quiet murmur as she read, as if every word was a drop of honey she had to savor before setting it free. We’d chosen three books, two nature guides and a brightly illustrated story about forest foxes. Suddenly her steps slowed. Her fingers loosened in mine.

" I say, giving him a beaming smile as he turns to look at me, shocked. "Well, I'm glad I've sparked interest in you." He gives me a wide grin. "We have books in the library, along with several scrolls speaking of her." "I've actually come upon this topic before." I mentioned. "At school, there was a book titled "Tigris Surge". Have you ever heard of it?"

When they got there the library was a dream library big, bold, and with lots of books my favorite. My eyes widen as we entered the room seeing the section of shelves with thousands of books in between. On top where the roof was a glass dome on top just like the greenhouse. With the dome help bring the natural light into the building showing the tiniest details the shelves had details of all types of animals frogs, deer, birds, and others. Books flying from all directions. While some to other students and some to different shelves to sit on either the top shelves or in one of the mini compartments that were inside the shelves.

I tell him. “I agree, I could not fault him. I think we are done discussing Twisted Games, let us move on Twisted Lies, which is actually my favourite book out of all them,” Blake says. I think about my favourite book and I say to him, “My favourite book is actually Twisted Games, I really love Rhys and Bridget.”

I glance at the cover of the book she slid across the counter: a Catherine Bybee novel. “Oh, wow, Mathilda. You’re a fan of Catherine Bybee?” I smile, genuinely impressed as I open the ledger. “It’s refreshing to see a teenager with such classic taste. Most girls your age are glued to their phones, but here you are, diving into a good romance.”

I need to take time. I remember the small room I entered last time. I slowly opened the door and turned on the lampshade. The books on the table were still scattered. I tried to look and read each one of them. These are all interesting books. Into the Wild by Jon Krakauer, The Prince by Niccolo Machiavelli, The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald, and a lot more. I tried to find something that might help me, but I found nothing.

But Tyler seldom buys her new books and she wasn’t allowed to go anywhere without permission so she couldn’t go to the library either. She thought of the little books that she had. She wished she had brought them. They were one of the only things that helped her. She walked around the second floor, skimming through the titles and taking in the smell of the place. Stopping on a title that read “Creatures of The Other.” and deciding that she would read it, she went over to the second floor’s lounge area and began reading her first supernatural book. ***