Come As You Are Book Review นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She thought that people should always be productive. A customer came in and read her book while having the sandwich which she ordered. Was it coincidental that the title of her book was “Backlash: Denying the Fates.” Was that to badger my conscience? I wondered what the book was about, so I asked, “Is there any truth to that?” “Huh?” “I’m sorry but I noticed the title of your book and I wondered if there are consequences for those who reject their mate?” “Oh,” She remarked in realization. “My grandma always said that anything that is naturally ordained would already have its place and function in the world. To go against your destiny changes the outcome of your life.”

"H-How do you k-know all this? I stammered as beads of sweat began to form on my forehead. The book chuckled. I began to question my sanity. Was I really speaking to a book right now? It was a very nonsensical thing to imagine, but hear I was, listening to the words of a book. "I know everything about you Claire. I know that there is an anger and bitterness within you, one you wish to liberate. And I know how much you were bullied and taken advantage of because you were weak. I also know that you want to get stronger, but somehow, your training is not going well."

But seeing it in stores, seeing her and Samuel's faces on the cover, reading reviews from complete strangers, it was overwhelming. The reviews were mostly positive. People loved the honesty, the vulnerability, the way Riley and Samuel refused to apologize for their love. But there were critics too. People who thought the book was self-indulgent. People who still believed the age gap was inappropriate. People who questioned whether their relationship would last. "Don't read the bad reviews," Samuel advised. "Focus on the good ones." "The bad ones are more memorable." "Of course they are. But Riley, look." He showed her a message on social media. "This woman says our book helped her accept her

Perfect. As I flipped through the chapters, the story heated up fast. The protagonist, a shy librarian much like me, was cornered in the stacks by a dominant stranger. His hands roamed her body without mercy, fingers teasing her nipples until they ached, then dipping lower to claim her wetness. I shifted on the couch, feeling that familiar tingle between my legs. God, why did these books always get me so worked up? My thighs pressed together instinctively, seeking friction.

Finally I spoke, "Where exactly are we mom? I thought the book was to tell me everything." "Well dear, the book actually brought you here so I could speak with you. Sure it tells you everything but I needed to tell you all of this in person, well as in person as we could get. In a sense you're in your self conscious. A piece of your mind that you find peace in." "I was awake though when I opened the book. Shouldn't I have been asleep?" "On that part the page summoned you here. In a way you're asleep but I have faith that Slate is waiting beside you for your return."

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. Then Came You (The Youngers Book 1) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2018 by Iris Morland Cover design by Resplendent Media All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotat

“Your book… it made it feel possible. Not easy. But possible. Like you don’t have to have all the power. You just have to be more annoying.” I laughed. “That’s the unofficial slogan.” On the drive home, exhilarated and exhausted, we dissected the night in the car. “Did you see the guy taking notes during your ‘asymmetrical narrative engagement’ bit?” Chloe asked Arthur from the backseat. “He looked like he was trying to diagram your soul.” “He was a sociology PhD candidate. He asked for my sources,” Arthur said, a hint of smugness in his voice. “I sold three copies of the book,” I said, still amazed. “To actual strangers.”

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"Amy!" someone shouted, after the door burst open and the sound of wood impacting the loud wall startled me. "Good grief," I turned around, after throwing all my books on the floor, why my hands were more concerned about protecting me from the crazy person who came like a deranged person into the room, "Lucas Fowler, damn it, you scared me half to death!"I complained angrily to my friend, who came in surprise to the place where I was; I slipped into an empty room to organize my books, since I had just been able to buy them when the bank released the money that I had stupidly established to buy my supplies for the next semester.

"I feel confident in this dress, and I'm wearing it." "Bookworm," He raised his voice to argue, but I glared at him to continue. He assessed my face for the longest of seconds and sighed. "Stay at my side." I nodded, too delighted on the fact I didn't look like a clown. Maybe I could do it. Maybe I could get into this world of his. Maybe I could accept my body as my own at last. It was mine. Not of that bastard. It was my body. Just mine.