Diary Of Jane Meaning Novels & Stories

I open the book again and flip back to the first page of the book deciding to read the inscription handwritten there in neat small letters; "This diary belongs to Jennifer Bennet, beginning 21st February 1975" I glance at Thomas, who has been watching me as I inspected the book, and I see he looks just as shocked as I am. I am currently holding the previous Luna's personal diary. Her son, our current Alpha, is sharing this most personal possession of his mother's with me? Encouraging me to read her private thoughts and feelings? I admit, I was intrigued before but now I am torn. Do I read the Ex-Lunas diary? Can I really do that? Diaries are so intensely personal and private.

4th January 2022 I am writing furiously on my diary and im sorry to it because I feel like I'm going to explode. the guilt of taking a father away from a baby and trying to justifying saving my brother's happiness and life with it. "What are you doing? We have the night train to catch and you've been writing on that diary since yesterday" Olson walked into my room "Nothing.. I just wanted to write down the excitement I feel about finally leaving this place" I smiled standing up.

It was bookended by a yellow page like the others inside the journal. I fanned the pages, coughing as more dust was kicked up. There were scribbles and diagrams and notes all over the pages. Most weren’t written in neat, orderly lines, but rather strewn about in a leaded mess. It looked like the work of a mad scientist who never had a coherent thought in his life. There were a few pages with long diary-like entries, mostly just about apples trees and traveling abroad. I shook my head at what was supposedly Dudley’s coveted journal. The object that was supposed to reveal my purpose here, my instructions to receive his inheritance.

July 2nd, 1943- First Diary Entry. I hate writing and I don't know why granny gave me a diary for my birthday I mean it's a book, I can't even eat it and it's not even cute. Anyway, granny said I would know what to write about when it was time but I think the crazy is getting to her.

I dropped my freaking towel. Jake stopped in his track and stared at my body. He dropped the diary on the floor and continued to stare at my boobs. His eyes were huge with shock. "Um...Jane.." he cleared his throat. I quickly grabbed the diary off the floor. "Hah! I got it! I won't let you read it now, you imbecile!" I cried. "It's okay, I'd rather look at those," he said and pointed at my chest, still looking shocked. Look at what...oh....no...what the hell did I just do?

She hasn't taken dinner that night and her mouth needed real washing that evening. After cleaning her teeth, Juana sat at her desk and opened her big diary-it was a present from her granny for her eleventh birthday. It was a very big fine book. She began to write: "Hi dear diary, tomorrow is my birthday..." She had so much to tell her diary but the words weren't coming. She thought deeply for a while, sat up and began to write again: " Hi dear diary, tomorrow is my birthday but tonight is my meeting with my demons. I am scared, mom says I should pray, Aunt Ann said the same thing but I don't believe in it anymore. I don't even know how to pray; I'm mad at God.

and I can't help myself. **** We read through his diary or whatever he called it. And learnt some shocking details. Russell was sick and the entries that he had written down were all about me and those killed. Where he made it seem as if we were dating, and part take in some very detailed activities. He went as far as making it out as if I was the one that was crazy and stalking him. "We should get rid of these." Felix said. "Wait." I took the book from him and read something that caught my eye, then laughed.

After hesitating for a while, he flipped open the diary to take a peek. It was a typical diary with many scribbles and writings. Gently flipping through the pages, he read the first few lines on the first page of the diary. 12-10-2020 So the doctor asked me to try to keep a journal and write down my personal feelings. Don’t know how that’s going to help but here goes nothing. Getting confused, Alex flipped through the pages, skimming through similar scribbles of how his day went and how his life was going in general. One thing was constant through the pages and it was how he kept on mentioning Alex.

I had my journal in my hand, somehow I felt a new need to hold on to it everywhere I went. I was with Damien, though I was bruised all over, it was easy to hide the pain. Besides, I was used to being flogged. We were talking about something that made me laugh so hard. It was actually a comedy skit we watched. I almost lost balance, my journal scattered on the ground. I was embarrassed, more embarrassed because the name "Annabelle Steele" was written boldly on its front page.

When he opened the front cover, I gasped. “This was her diary.” His hand slipped over the black cursive writing with the name. “Judith.” I looked at him and noticed the tears in his eyes. “Were you her gamma?” I tilted my head to one side and he nodded and I could see him swallowing hard. “She purchased the book at a fair one year. She wrote in it every day.” He started to page through it as his fingertips slipped over the pages and pages of cursive writing. “She always said that this way nobody would ever know she kept a diary and nobody would want to read it.” He laughed. “I mean, who wants to read old financial journal entries!” He reached the first empty page. “She had hoped that she wou