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If he's going to say that it's not a big deal, I am going to exit his office without any hesitations at all. "And what about me crying over a book?" I raised one of my eyebrows at him as my attitude thickens. I'm not accepting negative remarks from someone who's probably not well-informed that books carry more than just a story that originated from the author's creative mind. Books also carry emotions that sometimes makes you cry due to many reasons. One of them is maybe because you went through an experience that a character is going through as you read. "Nothing. I just find you cute."

After the ten minutes I closed the book. I put it back on the shelf. I walked out of the bookstore. I walked the seven blocks home. I went into my apartment. I locked the door. I did not check it again. I sat at the kitchen table. I sat there until the November light went out of the window, and then I sat there in the dark, and at some point I noticed I was crying quietly, without any of the dramatics the body sometimes gives a person, just water moving down my face the way water moves down a face when the body has, finally, been given a thing it had been carrying for two months and decided to put down.

He leaned closer to the black book and lowered his glasses so he could read the title. "... I forgive." He knew the title. He knew who wrote it and he could even recall how it felt in his hands with intricate detail. But he needed to make her tell him what he has been told a million times before, so she could feel better and special. The young woman smiled down at the book and stroked its canvas cover. She took a breath in and recalled the countless times this book supported her when her own mind couldn't. A tear formed in her eye, and took a breath again. A breath and tear that occured countless times before. Dr. Luca pulled out his tissue box, and the same tissue was pulled out like others

Secrets that were too much for me to bear and that made me want to curl into a ball all by myself and stay there till it’s fine to finally show my face again. The ominous book of secrets and revelations sat there on the table while my mind replayed every single one of those words written in ink on the paper but engraved into my mind with a burning iron that can never be erased. It all came together and it all made sense yet still didn’t make sense at the same time. Lunita made me feel all sorts of things for her by reading her story. I felt pity for her for having to go through so much and felt like I could relate to her pain.

It seems that I can find a little bit of my past in the heroine, but if I think about it carefully, I can see how we are similar. It's like a lump in my throat. She put the water glass on the table, picked up the book in my hand, looked at the cover, and laughed: “I read this.” I hummed and straightened my hair: “I found it on the bookshelf.” She smiled and said: “The purpose of this kind of book is to make readers sad after reading it. You fell into the trap.” She touched my head and said, " Are you sad?” I shook my head and nodded again: “A little bit.”

She paused, taken aback by Arielle’s sudden enthusiasm. “Even if it means Mom crying all night,” Estelle chimed in from across the room, rolling her eyes dramatically. Crystal shot her a mock glare and defended herself. “You don’t understand the beauty of a good book. So what if it’s sad? If the author can move you to ugly tears, it means they have written something truly special.” She turned back to Arielle, her expression softening. “That’s what makes this book so good.” “I couldn’t agree more,” Arielle said, nodding fervently. Her eyes sparkled with admiration. “Maa, have you tried Chains of Desires by the same author? If you loved this one, there are so many others you’d enjoy!”

If this humble book made you happy, sad, scared, or any other feelings even just for a second or if it taught you anything in life just a little bit, then it has served its purpose. SILENT CRY....now signing off. 💖

It certainly deserves the title of 'best'. Why does Cryx have this? Well, it is a really good book, so why should I be surprised? Eh? "What's this?" I mumbled and put my Aunt's book down. The other book was all read, there were no words written on it to indicate what kind of book it was, all I know was that it was thick. I slowly grasped the book and opened the book. "Holy banana!" I shrieked and threw the book as far as possible. It was a you know what kind of book! I need bleach! Holy water! I want to unsee this madness!

he said and smiled. I just slightly nooded at him. "There's no use of covering it. Just order something for me. I'm hungry. I haven't had breakfast yet. Also, get Colleen Hoover's 'It ends with us' book for me, please. " Many people say that the book is a sad story, so I will try it. I really like novels with a sad theme. Maybe because I've experienced sadness and pain in my life, that's why I have the same taste when it comes to books.

I reached out and delicately retrieved it from the shelf, cradling it in my hands. A surge of anticipation coursed through my veins as I opened the book, its pages pristine and unmarred. The words within held the promise of hidden truths, a key to unlock the enigma that had consumed my thoughts. I read the title embossed in elegant lettering: "Tears of the Moon: Secrets Untold." My heart raced with excitement as I turned to the first page. The words danced before my eyes, weaving a narrative of forbidden knowledge and clandestine affairs. It spoke of a world beyond the ordinary, a realm where ancient forces converged and hidden battles waged under the pale light of the moon.