Come As You Are Book Review Novels & Stories

This book has found you for a reason. Or maybe fate has led you here. So buckle up, sit back, grab some popcorn and relax as I take you on this chaotic ride that is going to change your life forever. I will tell you how I became a trillionaire, got revenge on my enemies and had the most eligible and richest bachelors chasing me at the age of eighteen. Only a complete nincompoop will dare to close their eyes and shut their ears as I tell my story. Don’t do that.

His boss must have scolded him or something. “So, Mr. Ryan. How do you feel coming here? You have rejected a lot of interviews request but at last agreed to come here,” his tone suddenly changed in sarcasm as he remarked that casually. “Is it wrong if I accept interview?” he said calmly. No matter what, he can’t lose his calm. Adam chuckled, “Then can you tell us about your book, ‘Distinct voices.’ According to their reviews, your book has a clear depiction of violence. How did you get inspired to write such violence?”

The older lady patted her shoulder lightly while returning the smile then headed back to her business leaving Amy behind. "Where do I start from?" Confused Amelia whispered. "What kind of Christian books would be less boring?" She exhaled deeply while her fingers traced through the books on the shelf. “‘Ahaha!” exclaimed confused Amy as she picked out a book from the shelf. “What could this be about?” wondered Amy while she read the synopsis of the book in her hand. She read out in an undertone, “Filled with faith and inspiration, Break Out will challenge you to build a new prespective, let nothing hold you back…” Nodding her head in concurrence to the words she read, “ hmmmmm…. I certainly

"Amethyst, these are books that I recommend you to read. That...that is simply a tale. It does not contain relevant and accurate facts and data like what you are looking for," I looked down at the book in my hand. With him here, I had to admit, scouring through this massive book depository seemed easier. I allowed myself to utter my gratitude as I accepted the books he had offered. After a few moments, I began reading all over again. This time he was right. Pages after pages, I learned most of the basics. Rather than a creative narrative, the text appeared to be written like a memoir, as if the person who wrote the passages witnessed the brutality firsthand. It was making me feel nauseous al

My first official act as the Anchor was a deception. The book beneath my hand warmed. Somewhere deep inside my ribs, the "me" that used to eat stolen apples and laugh at Kael’s brooding flinched. I ignored her. “I can hold this,” I continued, my voice gaining a terrifying steadiness. “I can maintain equilibrium. I can absorb the deviation. That was the agreement.” Silence. Then—Acceptance. The plinth dissolved. The book didn't disappear; it sank into me. Not into my hands, but into my concept. I felt it settle behind my sternum, heavy and precise, like a second heart that didn't beat unless something went wrong.

I met her gaze and casually said, “I needed a break.” “From . . . reading your files?” she drawled. I nodded. “And you chose to read that?” I turned the book to read its title—ten ways to know you’re doing it right. Of course, I had to pick this. ‘Ten ways to know you’re a narcissist’ would’ve suited this piece of shit better. No one would’ve expected me to pick up that. I shrugged, crossing a leg over the other and flipped through the pages. “Being perfect takes a lot of effort.”