Books Like Edenbrooke Novels & Stories

Come pick a bouquet from these Flowers in a Dumpster. Eidolon Avenue: The First Feast by Jonathan Winn—where the secretly guilty go to die. All thrown into their own private hell as every cruel choice, every deadly mistake, every drop of spilled blood is remembered, resurrected and relived to feed the ancient evil that lives on Eidolon Avenue. Through a Mirror, Darkly by Kevin Lucia—Are there truths within the books we read? What if the book delves into the lives of the very town you live in? People you know? Or thought you knew. These are the questions a bookstore owner face when a mysterious book shows up.

“ It’s nothing. Just a library book I checked out. By accident. Just a silly mistake.“ Now that was the understatement of the century. “A silly mistake, my behind,” Edith cackled. “The Kama Sutra. The Joy of Sex. Dating for Dummies. The Multi-Orgasmic Couple. The Girlfriend's Guide to Great Sex.” Edith pointed to each of the books as she listed off the titles. Picking up the books, Mattie said, “This is my business. My personal, private business.” “Poppycock.” Edith stood, hands on her generous hips, blocking the door. “If you wanted this to be private, you wouldn’t have brought those books here.“

“ You love reading. “ I observed as he clutched the novel in his hands. “I do,” “Which genre do you like?” I wanted him to keep talking. I found his voice soothing. “Anything, as long as it's a good book.” He murmured, “I am only talking about novels,, of course. Not the…” And he began babbling. I found it cute. I didn't interrupt him, but rather watched as the smile blossomed on his face, the more he spoke. “…my father says…” He trailed off after mentioning his father, immediately sobering up.

—Aiden got all pinkish at the top of his cheekbones—“helped me come up with something you would like.” “Maybe I should go out with him.” “I would strenuously object.” She unwrapped the book and burst out laughing. It was a folio society edition of Rebecca. The restaurant turned out to be a wood cabin built on a traffic island near London Bridge. Inside, it was clean and unfussy, all grown-up shades of brown, and books everywhere—there was even one on their table, a copy of Eros the Bittersweet. And it turned out the whole deal was about telling stories through food. Which she… yeah. Cheesy or not, she loved it.

I missed my mate, my freedom, my friends, Kailin, and everyone at the vineyards. I watched a series about a group of delinquent kids born in space and dropped to Earth to see if the air was already breathable. I finished Episode twelve, and when a particular character pissed me off, I turned it off and went to read something in the study. There were some fiction books, but primarily old books from Jane Austen, Charlotte Bronte, and Herman Melville. There were self-help and meditation books and a book about mystical creatures. I walked out of the study. If she allowed me to read a book about witchcraft, it might interest me, but that would be as dangerous as walking into the darkness without

Then quickly my heart deflated as we stepped into the first class of the day- and the Monday reality came crashing in. Edward ditched lunch, he had some "stuff" to take care of apparently. So I spent the hour hunched over a sketchbook with Gi. "Wait wait wait- you're telling me this is a candid portrait?" "Still life," I corrected, "but yeah." I smiled at the drawn planes of Edward reading The Mortal Instruments, City Of Bones by Cassandra Clare. He looked so confused, and I knew exactly what page he was on that confused him so much. He had probably read it four times before looking up to me and speaking.

It was utterly breathtaking. After sitting and watching the view for a few moments, I decided to explore the books. My finger ran lazily along the moulded wooden shelves, reading the titles of the books to see if I recognized any. Many were antiques, some Italian and some English. There was a small section on cooking, a larger section on gardening and an even larger section on romance novels. I even found the karma sutra amongst what I can only classify as the ‘self help’ section, opening it and then quickly closing it in case Enzo or his mother entered the room.

But she needed answers. --- The following morning, when Ethan was out gathering firewood, Lena took the opportunity to nose around the cabin. It was rustic but comfortable, with modern amenities blended in very unobtrusively with the natural surroundings. In the study, she encountered a bookshelf containing novels and travel books. Among them, there was a book that stood out: The Art of Deception. It did not match the other books. She became interested and pulled out the book from the bookshelf. Leafing through the book, she let a piece of crumpled paper fall out, wafting towards the floor.

No one really knew much about what went on inside the pack but I have heard some rumors that their new Alpha was a real tyrant, I guess all the rumors are true then. “Does he go to Princeton?” I inquired. “No. He goes to one of the neighboring colleges but he likes to cause trouble around here.” Eren sighed, sounding not the least bothered by the lunatic Alpha antics. "What were you doing in here anyways? Is this your room?" I asked, looking around the place. The surroundings of the room were neat and tidy, just like him. Everything was meticulously organized. The gray colored bookshelf was filled with literary classics—*The Little Prince*, *The Alchemist*, *Wuthering Heights*, *The House of

Book 2: Children of the Breeder Reeva “Reeva, you have to take some actual clothes, you know.” I look up at my best friend, Elaine, my hand stopping mid-air as it holds the massive tome on the influence of second-century Dark Forest architecture on world literature that I’m about to pack in my suitcase. She shakes her head hopelessly. “Your suitcase is full of books. I don’t think you’re going to want to run around the Green Mountain University campus naked. Though… it might be a good idea. I hear the guys there are hot!”