Books Vs Novels Novels & Stories

Some canvases were broken, as if in frustration. Next, I visited the library. Many of the books were old and hopelessly confusing. Most incomprehensible of all were the ritual books, which made up the bulk of his library. There were only a few novels, and judging by the dust, they hadn’t been touched in years. Evidently, Salem was not the sort of man who read for pleasure.

Ah, I've been waiting for that question since earlier. "I'm glad you asked. You see, this is the real world. Reality. But what you're living in could be called another world, but a different world where people from the real world such as us, create plots and characters to our own liking. That is what we call a book, or a novel. We read it but you get to live a life in that world of yours with your own thoughts, dreams, ideals, ambition, interests and actions, but it will all follow according to the Author's plot. And if the story is finished, I'm not sure what happens next. And the world you are living in is called 'Endless Poison Love', its a fantasy-romance novel." I explained.

“This is the thirteenth largest library owned by Herald.” I was greeted with tall shelves that were full of books. Wow. Our school library or even our town library couldn’t compare to that repertoire. Has Sean read all of the books there? Maybe those were business books that’re full of graphs, economic statuses, and etc. They say that a CEO’s average read in a year is 60 books. Awesome, right? After all, learning doesn’t stop after graduation. “All of them are literary books,” she said. I smiled. So that meant they’re all stories?

Allan walked to the room on the right where there was a special room where he put his books and an easy chair facing the window. Allan chose one of his books that was quite thick. A business journal it seemed. Allan began to take a position and started reading, not how long he read for but his eyes refused to close. He anxiously closed the book again. "Oh, yes. Perhaps I could read a light book perhaps? A novel? Let's see, do I have a novel? I don't think so! How about this? Wait a minute...whose book is this? A novel? I don't think so..not mine! Does Eve have one? I'd rather just read this!" Allan picked up the only novel there which was in the far right corner almost covered by Allan's oth

Noah says with a sheepish smile. “You helping out a friend?” I ask him, discreetly hoping and not sure why I would want to know who he was getting the books for. “You could call her that.” Noah says with a shrug. A girlfriend. It's a good thing it's none of my business. “What kind of novels has she been reading in the past?” I ask, allowing my feet to lead me subconsciously to the romance aisle. “Romance.” Noah says and after further thinking, he adds, “with lots of smut scenes.”

I need him to spend time with me so I can crack all the holes in this house but aside from that, I did enjoy the book. "You lived it huh" "Yeah, I lived it." "Well, I am glad you lived and loved it." He said "You know you are right, people don’t just read books, they live it and when I was reading it, it felt like a movie in my head, the only difference is that it’s my imagination." "I told you, books are great." "I totally agree with you on that. Anyways you have something to do today?" "Not really, why?" He asked "I want you to recommend some more novels for me."

Emma said, walking deep into the living room. "Thanks." She walked to a set of shelves on the far side of the room, running her fingers over the spines of his books. A lot of them were classics, novels by Dickens, Voltaire, Dumas, Melville, and Hemingway. She smiled when her fingers ran over the spine of not one, but three copies of Mitchell's Gone with the Wind. There were modern novels, too, including Stephen King and Sidney Sheldon, but they didn't look as well read as some of the others.