Booktok Is Ruining Reading Novels & Stories

No matter how you put it, when scoundrels get what’s coming to them, it’s like a weight lifts off my soul. And the passion they describe in books—my goodness! It makes me want to climb right onto Antoshka and ravish his… potato. Well, alright, not a potato—more like a respectable-sized banana—but still… I just wish he’d use it more often and more actively, you know? And today, another love scene is supposed to be published by one of my favorite authors, so… I make myself comfortable. But when I open the app and go to the book I’m interested in, I’m met with unexpected disappointment. My monthly reading subscription has expired. I let out a frustrated sigh and am about to close the device whe

Although I had no hope it would say anything I didn't already know, I flipped through the pages nevertheless. It took all but a few minutes to realize, I had been right. The book had nothing to offer. My search was still far from over, frustrated, I sighed flipping quickly through the pages. “You look like you’re about to rip that book in half.” I turned to see Zara leaning against a shelf, her arms crossed and a knowing smirk on her face. I hadn't heard her coming. “I just might,” I muttered, closing the book with a thud. “It’s a useless book, filled with lies and propaganda. Burning it would do it more justice.” letting my anger flow.

"I couldn't possibly sell it again since your name's engraved on the cover." Selene's eyes widened in shock. "Engraved??? Who would dare do that to such a good book?" she exclaimed, horrified at the thought of someone defacing her precious read. Before Clara could respond, a group of high school students walked toward the cashier, animatedly discussing something that made Selene's heart skip a beat. "Yes! I did finish reading it last night. Boy, was I crying my eyes out!" one girl laughed, her voice carrying through the bookstore. "Yeah, I just finished 'The Tyrant's Child' earlier this morning. I didn't even sleep, and the audacity of the author to kill my beloved Rosalind??" the other girl

Melanie couldn't bear it anymore, so she shouted out, "This book is terrible, who wrote it." Mr Freddy, brought the book close to his face then read outloud, "Howard McDonald." "Terrible name." Adam said. "Agreed." The class yeld. "Its no wonder his books are terrible." They agreed. "Then why do people read it." Daniel asked. Mr Freddy, just smiles and gently replies, "Why else, to argue of course. Oh come on, no one likes this book, they just like arguing about it." No one was surprised about this, if more than half of the class including the teacher hated this book then the possibility of the world hating the book was high.

She smiled, placing her hands on her waist. "Really? there's a library? Yes!" I clenched my right fist frantically in the air, excitement written all over me. Back at home, A Library was an abomination. I guess I forgot to mention there was a rule about books also? Well, here it goes. Eric had concluded that books lie. He had this ludicrous theory that books trap people. He said it's similar to a disease, a terrible sickness that has no cure. Makes humans rapted in an imaginary world, completely forgetting what reality brings.

“It would be a disaster. A lot of people are gonna die.” “That would be impossible for them to do while we have the book.” I looked at Zarah. “We need to destroy it.” “Not until I will get the spells in my head.” All wide eyes were pinned on Zarah. Amelia didn’t look like she was on board with the plan. “Didn’t we all talk about how dangerous that book is, Zarah? That book is a temptation from hell, and no one should have access to that kind of power. It always lures you to use it for something evil. It can drive someone crazy.”

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Roman asked me. Confident that he would not have read it, I told him. Roman snorted derisively. “Sarah J. Maas is evidence that the traditional publishing industry is full of rubbish. Those novels are the literary equivalent of eating Cadbury chocolate for dinner.” “That’s not fair,” I said. “If you sit down and read them…” “I have read all four books,” Roman interrupted. “Including that Frost and Starlight novella nonsense. I can assure you my opinion is well-founded indeed. To begin, the riddle in the first book is so simplistic that—”

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