Novel & Cerita Books Like Siddhartha

I can’t explain it, but I don’t have to, either, if I don’t bring it up, and I’m not one to ever start conversations. I sniff the paperback—old, musty paper, glue, and Justus—and set it on the pallet. The next book in the pile, Peter Kropotkin’s The Conquest of Bread, has a picture of two men chopping down a tree on the cover. It smells the same. All the books are dog-eared paperbacks with yellowed pages—Walden by Henry David Thoreau, Parable of the Sower by Octavia Butler, Critique of Practical Reason by Immanuel Kant, several each by Ursula K. Le Guin and N. K. Jemison, and a massive hardback of Plato’s collected works. The Plato is the only one that looks like it hasn’t been read a hundre

To get comfortable I placed a pillow below my head and the soothing weather was the perfect one accompanying me in passing some me time. I started the book and it was about a saint who traveled the corners of India just to get the inside peace. The book was so fantastically written and the experiences he got by meeting one and another person about mysticism and spirituality really blown my mind away. The things he wrote about his spiritual experiences created goosebumps on my hand. I was so inside the book that I hardly realize someone was watching and reading with me too.

Sidia attempted to shove down the bubbling desire in her chest. The temptation to give in to her circumstances made her ache as she looked over the massive collection of books. The room itself was impressive as well. Nooks carved into the walls overflowed with cushions, a soft light with no discernible source made reading pleasant, and old tables stocked with parchment and ink made excellent study desks. This place was any scholar's dream, and a lump formed in Sidia's throat. She was overcome with emotion, not just from the war inside her mind but also from the sheer wonder of such a place.

The surroundings were filled with Buddhist factors, which were absorbed by his body. He looked at the two rows of bookshelves. He had an eye on that multi-colored scripture at first glance. Upon seeing that book title, Alex shuddered all over. Buddhism Is Initially a Way was surprisingly written on it. Seriously? He remembered that it was a novel of some sort! Could the Grand Bodhisattva have loved reading novels?

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I pick another magazine from table, flipped the random page and started reading it. I started having a headache now and feeling tired too, like I had done a hard work under the burning sun. I rubbed my temple with my forefinger and thumb to ease the pain while looking at the magazine page blankly. I think today luck is not my side. Siddharth seems too busy to even take breath for a second. He is always dedicated to his work but he always make sure to keep apart his professional life with personal life and I love how people appreciate his work even gave his example to young businessman.

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.

The books on the shelf were neatly arranged but the frayed edges and the little tears on the bottom of most of the books gave out that they’d been read a couple times. Adrian didn't particularly strike me as someone who would love to read but I guess you can't always judge a person by their outward appearance. I traced my fingers along the spines, the titles ranging widely from classic literature, to mindset guides then to business strategy books. One title in particular caught my eye and I pulled it out : Good to Great by Jim Collins. I flipped through the pages not so sure of what I was looking for, because I wasn't interested in reading the book at the time, but it was an appropriate dist