Educated Book Review Novels & Stories

When I flip through, I find many of the passages are highlighted, and here and there he's scribbled little notes in the margins. I slide the book back on the shelf and keep going. One volume catches my eye - it stands out simply because it's almost too beautiful, too perfect. It has a dark blue hardbound cover with gold stamping on the edges. Unlike most of the other books, it doesn't look like it's been used much at all - there's not a single crack in the spine, not a hint of a frayed edge along the cover, even though it looks like an antique. I tilt my head, reading the title. The History of Literary Criticism.

Without it, I would never, ever fall for an uneducated douche like him. Okay, maybe he was educated. He did say he reads books. I’d actually looked up that book he mentioned – Battlefield of the Gods. It was massive, over seven hundred pages of heavy and complicated shit. At least, that's what I gathered from the few pages on an online library. Bless the 21st century – I didn't even have to go to a physical library anymore; I could hoard knowledge from the comfort of my own bed.

Slowly, carefully, he lifted the book from its pedestal. “Got it," he whispered triumphantly. The eBook felt historical, its cover worn but still vibrant with problematic designs. He opened it to the first page, eyes scanning swiftly. The text changed into written in an antique dialect, but Michael had studied enough to apprehend the gist. This e book held secrets and techniques, powerful ones that might exchange the whole thing.

"Because most of them aren't to my taste." "Books are books." "No, they aren't." He looked unconvinced. I sighed. "Half the books in this house are historical biographies, political analyses, or business publications." "And?" "And I don't want to spend my afternoon reading about economic policy." "Educational material isn't harmful." I stared at him. "That sentence alone proves my point." For the first time, I thought I saw the faintest trace of amusement in his eyes. But, it disappeared so quickly that I couldn't be certain.

She was already thinking about what she wanted to do Julian came down from the library. He was wearing a gray sweater. He picked up a book review magazine that had just arrived. He started reading it and a big smile spread across his face. "The people who review books are saying that our book is really good, " Julian said. He put the magazine down next to Elena's laptop. He walked over to her. Put his hands on her waist. He looked at the outline that was pinned to the board. "They like that our book does not rush through the story. They like that it takes its time and does not try to surprise the reader every page. It seems like all your experience in the book business has helped you make a

"It teaches you about the French Revolution, which took place in the seventeen-nineties in the country of France. It is a good book if you like history or violence or exciting suspense. It is a love story, too. All in all, it is an excellent book." Jane started towards her seat. Relief mingled with pride. It was over now, the book and the report. If the length counted for anything, she would get an A plus. Her report hadn't been as long and flowery as Lucy's, but it had been more interesting and informative than Emily's. Maybe she'd even get an A for the trimester. If Jane were the one giving out grades, anyone who read a book with 422 pages would get an A for the year. But when she looked b