Buku Tulis Lucu Novels & Stories

“Messing about?” “It means just wasting my time.” “Show me.” “No,” I screech, alarmed. His eyes narrow. “What are you hiding, little butterfly?” “I’m just writing a little story.” “A story?” “Like a book?” I try to explain. His whole face relaxes. “You’re writing a book?” “Well, not exactly a book. Okay, yeah. It’s a book. But I’m not very good and I’m not expecting to publish it, or anything. I’m just writing for fun. It’s just a meaningless jumble. Just random thoughts. I’m not thinking—”

"Mr Philip sent me to give this to you." "Thanks." I collected the book to inspect the front cover, while he showed off some dimples. The book had a raccoon as it's display photo. The raccoon looked thrilled to bits with both hands up and mouth open like it was shouting. The background was yellow, it had the words, 'furiosly happy' boldly written on it. Under the book title, there were word too that said, 'a funny book about terrible things' written in smaller font, while the author's name was Jenny Lawson.