Novel & Cerita Books Like Lessons In Chemistry

There, I climb into bed with it, digging into my sandwich as I simultaneously open my Chemistry book, getting started where I left off this morning. The material is fascinating to me, thank goodness. I mean, I’ve studied chemistry before, but as I work my way through our assigned chapters I realize that this text has been specifically designed for precisely the kind of chemical study that an assassin might need. I frown for a moment but am ultimately unsurprised when I flip to the front of the book, looking for the author’s name. I find it, immediately under the title. Dr. Francis Neumann. I laugh, shaking my head – of course he wrote it, just for us.

But I can't stand Leslie more. The reason I brought Leslie Jenkins up is because Mr.Stephenson Krowinsky, our chemistry teacher who owns the largest pot belly my eyes have ever been subjected to, and an unattractive goatee that framed his chapped lips , thought it would be fantastic to pair me up with Leslie as my lab partner for Chemistry. Something tells me he's still mad at me for breaking that boiling tube during that one Chemistry practical. Or was it that time that I dared Evans Smith to drink Hydrochloric Acid after convincing him that it was Vodka. Or was it when I dropped a huge chunk of potassium metal inside a beaker filled with water and it almost exploded thanks to the volatile

Unfortunately, every volume on advanced calculus, statistics, and logarithms is found up here. And, unfortunately, so are many of the more technical volumes pertaining to chemistry. Alex turns from the shelf and spots me before I’ve noticed the tall shadow stretching across the beaten, fraying carpet belongs to him. He slides the book he was eyeing back onto the shelf, catching me by the arm when I try to slide past him. “Wait.”

“So nothing magical?” “Oh, there’s magic,” he said quickly, flipping open a thick journal bound with gold leaf. “It’s subtle. Hidden in plain sight. Like… okay, see this one?” He jabbed his finger at a cracked page covered in elegant handwriting. “It’s a lesson book. English grammar. But some of the example sentences are low-key incantations. Nothing crazy—just little things. But whoever wrote these wanted the students to get used to weaving magic into ordinary learning.” Zerina perked up in my head. “Smart. Hide it in habit. That’s how they trained young minds.”

In the following months, he was often seen reading the chemical ingredient notes on every household product they used, such as laundry soap, cleaning fluids, chemical fertilizers, drinks, and so on. If he couldn't find a list of chemicals from a product label that caught his interest, Alex would force Jackson to take him to the public library or force his father to buy chemistry books on similar products. His grandfather who lived abroad often brought chemistry books for Alex when visiting. Alex somewhat forced him through his letters. Alex has his own notebook containing descriptions of the chemical ingredients of every household product he managed to break down. He finds it extremely enjoy

, Nina, Mayeli's maid said. Mayeli rolled her eyes. She wasn't expecting anything from anybody, so who would send her one? She took a sip of water. She was in her library simply whiling away time, something she rarely did, but it was Friday afternoon, so she was free. Her library was simply furnished. White walls, a polished glass bookshelf holding all of her favorite books, awards, and certificates. A few pictures of her and Bryelle hung on the white wall, and one of her and Killian when they were teenagers, was seated on her medium-sized oak desk.

I tried to keep my concentration in the book, to know what happens when these chemicals interact with each other. Some alphabets with a number as their base. We call it as chemical formulas were being added to similar kinds of other. "Bang!!!" I messed up again. I could never score well in chemistry. I sighed and rested my forehead on the book. As soon as I did that a hand hit on the back of my head. "Miss. Sherly." I said and positioned myself. She is our chemistry teacher whose teaching pierce my ears. I don't know where do her words go, they land everywhere but my brain.

"Oh really? I guess I'm just overexcited then" "Overexcited about what?" He asked as she smiled and brought out the magazine from her bag. Resting her back on her chair, she opened the magazine and glued her eyes on it. "It's a secret " she said as Nicholas wondered why she would read a magazine with the title: LESSONS ON HOW TO PUT ON MAKEUP (Isn't she way to young to learn that?) He thought and shrugged it off. *. *. *. * Mr. Adams, their Physics teacher was taking them on the topic, WAVES AND ACOUSTICS.

Not too long after, Mr Charleson started lecturing on organic chemistry. I made sure to listen and take notes because, unlike Vanessa, I was struggling to keep up. Hell, at this rate, I might need to ask her to tutor me, but I wouldn't want to impose on her already busy schedule. She already had a lot on her plate, and I'd feel guilty if I added to her burdens. As the class dragged on, my brain felt like it would explode. I tried; I really tried to pay attention, but at some point, I got lost between all the alkenes and alkynes. Ugh, this is so hard!

The lesson hadn't even started, and I was already laughing again. Our chemistry professor walked into the classroom carrying several thick books under one arm. He placed them on the desk and turned toward the class. "Today," he announced, "we'll be reviewing magical reaction compounds before moving on to practical demonstrations." Everyone immediately became quiet. Well... Almost everyone. Percy quietly slid a folded piece of paper onto my notebook. I looked at him suspiciously. "What?" He smiled innocently. "I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about." I unfolded the paper beneath the desk.