Novel & Cerita Books To Read When Sad

The way he read everything, like it deserved his full attention. “You organise by mood,” he said without turning. She stopped. “What?” “Not alphabetical. Not genre.” He tilted his head at a section. “These are all books you read when you’re sad. These—” he moved his hand slightly, “—when you’re angry. These when you want to feel something without it costing you anything real.” She stared at him. “That’s an absurd thing to deduce from a bookshelf,” she said. “Is it wrong?” A pause.

, Rachel taunts. They say nothing more after that, leaving me to wallow in my own sorrow. And I do. I feel devastated. I feel used and dumped. I feel worthless. All the emotions in a book that could possibly describe someone‘a despair, I feel them all. I’m overwhelmed with grief.

There are books below to keep you company. Narcissus. I peered down beneath the table in pure curiosity and there I saw more books. The hopeless romantic books that I had to read. It ends with us and ugly love by Colleen Hoover stood out the most to me. I read reviews on it and it seemed good. It was actually on my next turn list but then I got engaged in the ace of spades that was a part of the collection that Narc had sent and annotated.

I could see the sadness in her eyes and I knew I was breaking her heart, but I just couldn't find it in me to snap out of this state of mind. Bryon would come into my room and make a fuss, telling me about all the crazy things that had happened in the world since I had shut myself off from it. He would try to make me laugh, but it was like trying to get a smile out of a stone statue. Sydney would bring me books and magazines, trying to find something that might interest me and bring me back to reality. She would sit on my bed, reading to me, hoping that the words would somehow seep into my mind and give me a reason to engage with the world again.

“I know that I’m not fit.” “No, I didn’t mean it that way. I’m only saying, from the books that I’ve read, it just says going for a run or walks can help cleanse your body and mind,” he explains. “And it’ll just give you a healthier balance. It's the same if you rather write when you're feeling upset or meditating.”

Instead of continuing what I planned on doing, I decided not to work on our Thesis because first, I am not in the right mind to process and digest information and second, I have to calm myself before Damian will get back here. I shut down Damian’s laptop that I borrowed from him before moving it to the side and choose to open my phone. I decided to browse some books to read on my online library since I don’t have any book to read in here. I look at the shelves behind me—hoping that I can find any romance novels or such self-help books but I blow a loud sigh when I saw that these books are for academics purposes—a Damian thing. “Geeks. Doesn’t he have a one single book that can blow up his ne

I had another hour before my next class so I just decided to go to the library and wait there because staying in one place somehow eases the pain. I walked into the library with a cup of black coffee in my hand. I walked to a quiet and secluded place and sat on a chair. I took a deep breath as I drank from my coffee. I took out my favorite book, The Notebook, from my bag and placed it on the desk. I can't count the number of times I had read the book. It has so much behind it, love, pain, sorrow, loss and grief. I cried the first time I read the book. I also cried the first time I watched the movie.

The book store was right around the corner, enough to let Amy get few minutes of alone time. "what kind of book should I buy? These romantic novels make me feel extremely miserable about my life", she whispered. "Maybe I am on another planet unlike the characters in these books because I have never felt that way about any man before." Truly it was tiring and exhausting reading these books. Apparently, they make her expect things she would never get from Jack, thereby leaving her heart broken.

I scoffed, I realized I actually had no choice but to read instead of just staying here and drowning in my thoughts and depression. The silence was too loud, and my mind was too full of what-ifs, regarding the baby’s future, Selene's strained face during her daily visits, and the growing chaos I could sense even from down here. So I reached for one of the books on top of the pile Selene had brought for me yesterday, a thick volume with a faded leather cover about lost realms and forgotten magic.

"Don't be ashamed of the fact that you read. It is a wonderful past-time and one that can expand your mind and take you on great adventures." She gave a small smile and a nod. “If the book is making you feel so deeply that you’re crying, the author did their job. The whole point of a book is to tell a story, real or made up. And the job of the author is to make you live that story. So, tell me, are these happy tears or sad tears?” She gave a sad sniffle as he gently pried the book away from her. “Sad. They were just getting a good point in their marriage, their kids were moving out, they’re falling in love again… and she just died in a car crash.”