Books To Get Lost In Novels & Stories

Why? My alarm goes off and I get out of bed to get ready. My mind continues to race as I shower, get dressed, and start the Keurig. As I finish my coffee I move to the fridge to pull out some food for our guest, Hetty. My mind doesn't stop, it just keeps going in the same circle. Who? What? Why? How? I don't even remember taking the food out, or getting in my car to go to work.

The cops stared at each other and stared back at her. “We have no idea what you are talking about but we are here because of this book. Your fingerprints were on them, so… You were definitely at the crystal water beach” they said. Emma had her eyes fixed on the book. She blinked repeatedly. “It was the book from that day, the game book. How did it get to them?” She thought, moving back away from them.

I carry it over to her and she takes one of my hands, making it rub over the metal clasp on the front and it clicks open. "Hey, how did you do that?" I say pouting. "It's magic" she says. She opens the book to the first page and I peer over her hands. "This books broken, there's no pictures" I say disappointed, expecting to see something exciting. My mother laughs again. "Concentrate really hard and tell me if you see anything" I furrow my small brow and pierce my lips in my best concentration face. I blink and in-between blinks I see a picture and words flash on the page before disappearing with the next blink.

Sauntering down the pavement, my eyes stretched along to the cafe which had a bookstore in it, pushing it with a nudge, I stepped in, settling on one of the numerous couches. “ Well, what do you want?” A man with salt and pepper hair asked when I got in, not looking up from the book he was holding. “ I want to get lost” that had him pushing his head up at me, a small laugh dancing out of his lips. “ A lot of people walk in here but this is the first time I am hearing someone say that” “ About wanting to get lost?” “ Yes, it is so different and unique, do you think about anything else aside from that? Wanting to get lost?”

“Who’s there?” No answer. The mist folded back, and a faint path appeared—shadows of stones suspended in air, leading into the distance. She hesitated only a moment before following. Each step sent a faint echo across the emptiness, like footsteps in a cathedral. The mist thickened, coiling around her ankles. As she walked, shapes began to emerge—a faint outline of arches, broken pillars, and fragments of walls that seemed made of glass. A ruined city lay ahead, suspended in light. The structures shimmered like memories caught between dreaming and waking.

I hope you are too, and would be ever so humbled if you let me know what you thought of my little part two. Being able to explore my characters through their own points of view was an eye opening experience, and I hoped you loved tuning into Dalton, Kendra, and Jake's thoughts just as much as the lead's, Hollis and Whitney's. Despite this book taking five months to write, a month less than two of my other novels, "Not All Who Wander Are Lost" is by far my longest book, nearing 600 pages. I couldn't avoid it since there was so much I wanted to cover, and there are no regrets.

Before my mother passed away, she often told me, "You must first learn to love yourself before you can love others." Looking back now, she was absolutely right. I had already lost sight of myself, which was why I ended up losing my lover and child as well. After the meal, I heard a buzzing coming from the couch. When I walked over, I realized the buzzing came from Serene's tablet. It had been buzzing nonstop with notifications from her messaging app. In the past, I would never touch any of her devices. According to her, all her messages contained company secrets, since she was in charge of a major company.

For a moment, I just sat there in the sudden vacuum of her absence, listening to her footsteps fade down the hallway. To drown out the ticking of the clock, I began to rummage through the room. It wasn't large, but I needed a distraction. Tucked away on a low shelf of a stack of linens, I found a few books. They were old, their leather spines cracked and peeling, but they were a lifeline. I pulled one out and sank into the chair by the window, the light just bright enough to illuminate the faded ink. Time began to slip through my fingers. I lost myself in stories of distant lands and people who didn't have to hide behind locked doors.

The characters came to life in her imagination, and she found herself getting lost in their stories, feeling a sense of connection and empathy with their struggles and triumphs. Hours passed by in a blissful haze as Hazel lost herself in the pages of the book. The outside world faded away, and all that mattered was the words on the page and the emotions they evoked within her. Reading was not just a hobby for Hazel; it was a form of escapism, a way to explore new worlds and perspectives without ever leaving the comfort of her home. As the clock struck midnight, Hazel reluctantly closed the book, feeling a sense of satisfaction and contentment wash over her. She placed the book back on the sh

Bored and restless, I wandered from room to room, searching for something to occupy my mind. In Bella’s room, I spotted a book on her nightstand—Birthday Girl by Penelope Douglas. I had heard good things about it, so I decided to give it a shot. I curled up on her bed, diving into the pages. For a while, it worked—I was able to lose myself in the story and momentarily forget the unease tugging at me. But, of course, that didn’t last long.