Books To Read When Sad Novels & Stories

This was my last hope. “This is my last hope! This fucking study is…” I would have roared, body trembling and palms sweating when my gaze fell on the bookshelf. “Maybe I'll find a book that will help with my madness after this.” I sighed, giving up. I began to rummage through the covers, hoping for a title that would catch my attention. Shawn seemed to read a lot of books on self-growth and improvement. He also read a few about redemption but when I found one titled: ‘The Weightiness of Guilt’, something about it drew me closer.

Nothing. She laughed at herself for the sillyness. In the kitchen she got herself something to eat and a glass of water. She sat down at the table and began to eat. She remembered her book that she was reading, but it was upstairs and she didnt feel like going to get it. But she wanted it so badly. Books were her life, she would spend hours, days in her room reading. She never tired of them and they were her only comfort when she was lonely, depressed, sad, happy. Any emotion she ever felt was comforted by her books. Words, words, words. She was literally in love with them. She used them like they were salt often times. Putting too much in her sentences and choking other people by the extra

I had made a list of books I'd be reading during the break. Visiting the library was one of the things I enjoyed during the holiday. It not only enlightened me on things I didn't know, it was my refuge. A quiet, neutral space where I could think clearly. I sighed quietly, pushing back my chair with as little noise as possible, and headed toward the towering shelves. My finger glided along the spines of the books, searching for the title. The Dark Triad: Understanding the Mind of the Manipulative and Ruthless. The title had caught my attention during a lecture, and now, with everything happening in my life, it felt oddly relevant.

"I need something to occupy my mind, not sedate it, little bird. Something dramatic, passionate, maybe a classic tragedy." ​We paused in front of a section devoted to foreign literature. ​"How about Wuthering Heights?" I suggested, pulling the dense volume from the shelf. "All-consuming passion, deep obsession, and tragic consequences. A perfect distraction." ​He took the book from my hand as his fingers brushed mine. A contact that lasted a mere second but felt like an electric jolt. I immediately hid my hand behind me. He weighed the book in his hand, not looking at the title but at me.

And I certainly won’t want that not until I read enough books to get rid of my sorrows. “ How could she do this to me?” I squat in front of the book, tore into two parts. It is as though my heart…life was torn into two parts. I picked it up, as it was soaking with my tears. “ What is wrong with Sage lately?” she was gradually behaving like Lisa, heartless, manipulator.. best at being the victim. Wiping my tears, I tried to fix my book myself, but one thing I am sure of it would never remain as it was.

When I was finished with my clothing, I practically stuffed everything else that I own into the duffle bag. And then there were the books. There was a whole bookshelf of knowledge that I hadn't even started to tap into and I was expected to say goodbye so soon. Oh, God, if I didn't stop being so sad Cassian was bound to feel it and then I would have to explain and potentially break his heart or worse he would want to come with me. I walked towards the bookshelf and decided that I would read a book before I said my goodbye to Phoebe. Glancing from one book spine to the other I discovered that almost all the books were Earth fiction novels. There were a lot of famous ones but only one caught m

That was something he would easily do. When I got tired of the depressing thoughts, I picked the latest book I was reading and continued from where I stopped. With training and lessons, the only other thing I’ve done to pass time is read. I wasn’t allowed to go out so I had all the time in the world to read so many books. It helped a lot that the library here is more than three times bigger than the one at my old pack.

Jane hadn't heard of the book until she was in high school. "How long was it?" For some reason, Jane had to know. "I don't remember. Three hundred, four hundred pages. And sad. It's the saddest book I ever read." "A Tale of Two Cities is sad, too." Were all long books sad? You'd think that after someone had read four hundred pages, the least he or she'd deserve was a happy ending. "Do you have it here? The Yearling?" "No. It was from the library. What do you want to make for dinner tonight? Maybe burgers, salsa, and guacamole? Tell Mom I'm going over to Sarah's house to study for the math test. What about you? What are you doing?"

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.

I can't deny that Ronald give a huge impact to me this day that I feel so empty and sad. What's with this guy? Why are my feels affected when it comes to him? He's a nobody. He's handsome but he's far from Alqamar. But why is he distracting my mind? I sighed and walked inside the bookstore. I swallowed hard and went to the last bookshelves so that I can sit there and rest a bit. I sat down on the ground and lean my back to the bookshelve. I put my arms on top of my knees and lean my forehead over it and from there...my shoulders started to quiever as my tears continuously fall from my eyes.