Booktok Made Me Read It Novels & Stories

I said, grinning from teeth to teeth like a child. We walked into the library. It looked like it had been a while, since it was in use. We went through several sections which included, finance, self-improvement, ethics, business amongst all. I caught a glimpse of a book I had been wanting to read, “Atomic Habits” by James Clear. I picked it immediately, and started going through it. After a while, I noticed I wasn't hearing any sound from the cook. I looked around and found her wiping tears off her eyes with the hem of her apron.

I opened the first page, and there was a post-it note stuck on it: "I've highlighted all the places that I thought you might like. Hope that might help you with your search. —B" I flipped through the pages of the big book and noticed that Blake had gone through the entire book, highlighting the ones he thought I would like. He even wrote notes and comments on why he thinks I should check them out. There were at least hundreds of them! And on the very last page of the book, there was another post-it note stuck on it: "I'm sorry... I miss you :(" Oh, shit on a stick. Even I had to admit, this was really sweet...

he advises. I thank him with a nod and watch as he bounces back behind the counter to finish his own book. I pick through a couple that have interesting covers, but after reading the jackets I put them down. It takes me forever to finally find one that sounds like it may work. The Business of Business sounds boring enough to put me to sleep. I don’t want to spend any more time digging through stacks, so I grab a random paperback that’s sitting on the edge of the table before heading to the counter. “Excellent choice!” the bookkeeper chirps as he rings me up. “This one here is a riveting read,” he says, holding up the paperback I hadn’t even glanced at.

First, let me tell you something. I am so happy and flattered that you're reading my book. I know I have many mistakes, spelling or other but I am trying my best to make this special. I received messages like "Your book is like Gray's Anatomy." No it's not -.- It just has a story with doctors and Seattle. Big deal. But yes, the GA is my favorite show so yes, I did get inspired by it. I assure you, it is NOT nor WILL BE like GA. I do not copy anything.

The only thing that I could read was this one paragraph on the torn page I’m holding. I snorted, this is stupid. I’m thinking too much about this. It wasn’t like I was meant to read this one paragraph. It could have been a coincidence. This isn’t a storybook after all. I shook my head in disbelief and continued to tear up pages after pages of the book. Popping the lighter open, I lit the now crumpled paper and placed the wood on it slowly so as not to put it out, blowing air on it occasionally to keep the fire pumping.

I deeply appreciate your presence with me throughout this whole process, thank you genuinely from the depths of my heart. This book is incredibly important to me, not just because it's my first story, but also due to your choice to read it. You assisted my characters in discovering their voice. You brought my dream to life! You've demonstrated that narratives, even those written with some doubt and optimistic expectation, can resonate with someone—can resonate with you.

You know that feeling you got when you prepared your first meal or when you finally rode a bicycle without assistance or when you made your first friend, that gentle feeling of pride and self-appraisal that made you so happy you wanted to make that food again and ride that bike longer? That's exactly how I feel right now after finishing up the book Jana gave me at the library yesterday. I've never read a book in less than twenty-four hours, no matter the size, but it's just sunset, and I'm done. It's very informing and enlightening, but it's basically a more detailed explanation of the history Sean told me summarily.

That aside, there was nothing except the title and the author's name. It was the same book I had at home. One I had been reading for the past three weeks simply because our literature teacher assigned it, and yet, I couldn't understand a single part of the book. So far, I had just been staring at the words without understanding what they meant. "The Rejected Alpha," I read the title under my breath, then began flipping through the pages. Nothing seemed to have captured my attention yet, just like it had always been. At least, not until I had gotten to where Mel had dog-eared a page.

He had barely known the author before her book became an unexpected turning point in his life, and now, he couldn't help but be fascinated by her talent and the profound impact her work had on his business. With each turn of the page, Michael felt his heart swell with a renewed sense of purpose. Tuberose's prose painted vivid scenes that brought the characters to life, immersing him in their struggles, triumphs, and most importantly, their love. The book seemed to have a magical quality, as if Tuberose had taken fragments of his own story and intertwined them with her poetic imagination.

Please tell me he somehow missed that. Unfortunately the chuckle he let out was only proof he had heard," I feel flattered that you're reading my book." "Don't flatter yourself, watching TV grows tedious," was my excuse when I knew I actually enjoyed reading his work. At first I had been looking for an alternative now that I couldn't find the book and instead of succumbing to despair I begrudgingly decided to just take a look at the manuscript he had given me. Needless to say I was impressed with the effortless flow at which the plot moved and was drawn into the very depths of the relationship between Frank and the other protagonist, Kelly.