Books Of The Year Novels & Stories

Silence. “I don’t.” said Kai. Jonas sighed. “The problem is that honest people can still be dangerous.” No one could reproach. Because that was true too. Aren looked through the library. On the shelves. On the clocks. Open doors. And suddenly he noticed something. Something that nobody had noticed before. The books. All the books were in perfect order. Not alphabetical. Not by author. Not by topic. After years. Every shelf was a year. 1901. 1902.

81) PEGI means Pan European Game Information. This organization is found to classify computer games in 31 European countries, Israel, and South Africa. The organization was established in 2003 and its job was to give an age rating identification after a comprehensive evaluation of the game. It is mainly divided into 5 types. They are 3+ (content for every period of age), 7+( content for players who is 7 years old or above), 12+( content for players who is 12 years old or above), 16+( content for players who is 16 years old or above) and 18+( content for players who is 18 years old or above). (Liu, p.82)

In this rare moment of peace, I’ve chosen a book, turned off the lights, and let the muted light from the cloudy sky illuminate the pages. A soft sigh escapes my lips as I glance down at the book on my lap. My finger traces the letters that read ′Book of Law’—this year’s edition. I’ve learned that a new one is printed annually, and Efrem possesses a copy of every single one, dating back to the very first one.

But she… didn’t flinch. Lena walked over to a little table display and picked up a thin, cloth-bound book. She walked over to him, holding it out like an offering. *The Quiet Between Lightning Strikes.* A poetry book. The cover was old and nubbly, the title scribbled in fine silver ink. Julian stared at it like it was an alien thing. "What's this?" "A book," she said, smiling. "I told you. I don't—"

The ladies all giggle and Julie stands, handing a new bookmark to each of us. "Yes. We figured we'd get you ones that suited you a little better." she says. The new one is dark blue with gold lettering that says 'Real men read dirty books'. I smile and look over at Ev who's showing Harper his excitedly. "These are great. Thank you." I say just as Bri nudges me. "Oh! Tell them your joke, love!" Harper says excitedly. Ev rolls his eyes before addressing the group.

Christmas was the reading of the book. This Christmas, Don's book was a novel—Norwegian, which was not a coincidence, a novel by the same writer whose essays were in the Norway reading programme. The novel was called The Dark Year, and it was about a man who spent a winter alone in a cabin in the far north of Norway, experiencing the full darkness for the first time. Don had been saving it since September, when he had finished the essays. He had placed it on the shelf above his desk, the designated holding place for the Christmas book, and had not opened it once.

Zann rushed inside, only to find the place empty and deathly quiet. My clothes were gone. The familiar kitchenware had vanished. Only a thin layer of dust covered the table. His heart sank. The gnawing feeling finally surged and washed over him. Just then, his assistant rushed over and handed him a package. Zann’s hands trembled as he tore it open. A cold urn came into view. The name Neve Steele burned into his eyes. “No! Impossible!” he roared, flinging the urn to the floor. “She must be throwing a tantrum, trying to scare me!”

“Since you’re back, are you going to pick the next book?” I blinked. “Me?” “Of course,” she said, smiling. “You’ve been gone. You deserve the honor.” Everyone nodded expectantly. I looked down at the stack of books on the table, my fingers brushing across their covers. My hand paused on a novel about love, identity and societal expectations. This book will give them a glimpse of what I passed through during my absence. I smiled softly. “How about this one?” Brent groaned. “Oh no, not another depressing tragedy. Can’t we read something with a hopeful romance?”

I can still feel the maids eyeing me, but I didn't mind them anymore to not make them uncomfortable with me. And while looking around the shelf, I noticed something wrong so I went to check the other shelves as well with a creased forehead. I glanced at the maids who were back to doing their jobs and noticed that one of them is arranging the books in the same way. "Excuse me?" They stopped from moving just to face me. I frowned at them. "Why is it that all the books are arranged according to what year it's published instead of by titles?" I looked back at the book beside me. "This one, the Lycans History from the Vampires invasion, is two books away from book two of this title. Why is that?"

“You were reading a finance book in the lobby café. And your presentation landed us the biggest deal with M.Co too,” I frowned. “That was like… three months ago.” “Yes.” “You noticed that?” His voice lowered again. “You were biting your lip while you read.” Heat shot straight to my face. “You’re unbelievable.” “So is your habit of pretending you’re invisible.” I folded my arms defensively. “Maybe I like being invisible.” He leaned closer again. Close enough that his voice brushed my ear. “No,” he murmured. “You don’t.” A shiver ran through me. Before I could respond, he stepped back. The sudden space felt strange, Like something had been taken away.