Books That Make You Think. Novels & Stories

Life's too short for that energy. But if you love it? If something makes you laugh out loud, or cry when you're not expecting it, or think about it hours after you've put the book down? Please tell me. Vote. Comment. Like. Interact. Those little notifications? They're like caffeine shots to my soul. That energy fuels me more than you know. It tells me that maybe, just maybe, I'm not shouting into the void.

The book that she handed to me piqued my interest. ‘The Art of What-if’ “Something that very few people know about me is that I carry a rare genetic disorder that makes it nearly impossible to conceive, and if someone with it does, then they run the risk of passing it onto their pups. I had always wanted to be a mother, and I felt like my heart was shattered when I was diagnosed. My grandmother gave me this book, and it changed my entire viewpoint. There was an infinite amount of ‘what-if’ scenarios. Instead of focusing on them, we need to ask ourselves ‘what if I don’t’ and that answer often times provides more clarity than any other line of thinking. I want you to read at least the first t

I mutter. There is no use trying to hide thoughts from a quantum mega mind like his. He knows every thought, every atom, every blade of grass in this world. "Because I coded the entire thing," he comments off-handedly as if picking thoughts from the air like droplets of rain is a normal thing. I know it isn't. I have seen every movie, book, play and picture ever conceived of. And my favourite is a children's book named " The Forbidden Fruit - by Redd Edwards.

Instead of thinking deeply, I simply change my thoughts. Maybe nothing really includes this place on the map. I didn't think deeply because it might affect myself again. My mind is so full right now of what I discover. That's enough first. I lay down on my bed and my eyes caught sight of the book next to me. I got up immediately and picked it up. This is the book the woman that gave me at the library. The girl who is the magician. I didn't notice that I get this book up until here. I looked at its cover and it was written here, The History of Chicago. Pretty interesting because I already know something about the place I'm stepping on, but I'm so tired right now to read more.

Sabeerah brought them out one by one. Muslim Girl and If I Speak by Umm Zakiyyah, The Silent Patient by Alex Michaelides, Three Daughters Of Eve by Elif Shafak, On Black Sister's Street by Chika Unigwe, And Then There Was None by Agatha Christie, A Time To Kill by John Grisham and finally, A History Of The Wives Of Prophet Muhammad by Umam Kahn. She picked up the last book which was actually a journal and tucked in its side were plack pencils with bookish scribbles on them.

“I need to put together a plan for new ways to make money. And honestly, I have no idea what I am doing.” She gave me a look full of understanding. “I know that feeling. Here we are.” She waved at a row of books. The titles on their covers said things like Modern Money Theories and Trade Between Packs. It already looked helpful. “Let me know if you need anything else,” Lily said. “Actually,” I said, “do you have any suggestions for where to start?” She tapped her chin, thinking. “Well, this one gives a good overall picture,” she said, pulling out a thick book. “And this one looks at ways to make steady, lasting money.”

“And some people think things and they become real?” “‘But thoughts are things, my friend,’” Gavin whispers, “‘when you imagine a thing, you MAKE a thing.’” He smiles at me. “Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, from his story ‘Playing With Fire.’ And again, it’s this town. Maybe like Bassler House, not only does it draw a certain sort of folk, but when other sorts of folks imagine things, believe in things so passionately . . . ” “They become real.”

“I would prefer to have more illustrations in our books. The words aren’t that enticing, even.” Elizabeth gave out a bit of a laugh before saying, “Brother, books are made to inspire, to nourish your mind. Books aren’t meant to be some kind of museum.” She continued, “Words are meant to be poetic. They are meant to be in such a way so your mind can think. Books are supposed to take you to different places, places where you can’t go.” “I will try next time,” I sighed. “I suggest that you do that as much as possible. Even the wisest men in this world read books because even they don’t know everything,” she comforted.

Damn. I ignore that thought. I'm safe here for now and Noah is not an asshole like I thought he was so no need to do anything irrational. I wonder how one could be so wealthy and good-looking but yet he has no one he loves that's just so lonely. I've never met anyone like him. Even if he isn't I love, how does he get off steam? I proceeded to study to explore awesome books. The books below are just philosophers' books. I'm in no mood for philosophy today, above that are literary books. I'm in no mood for that either. I climb the ladder to get up where I see books of mythology and fictional books.

"Is that a bad thing?" "Of course, it's not. I actually like those people who love to read books. Their minds... I like the depth of their way of thinking. Complex but full of wisdom, and they know to view things in different angles or perspective. In my many years of existing, I have only met some people with that mind depth. Most of them are writers and bookworms." "I also think that way," I said. It really feels good to have someone who has the same perspective as yours. You know, talking about something is different from talking about something that concerns you in a way that both of you have the same way of viewing the topic.