Every Girl Should Read In Her 20s Novels & Stories

"What do you know about romance novels, young lady? I hope you are not reading those things and filling your head with…" "Relax, Dad." She rolled her eyes, that teenage confidence in full swing. "I am fourteen, not four. Contrary to what you think, I know more about love than you give me credit for. We talk about this stuff at school." Protective instincts flared. She is too young for this conversation… too curious, too bold. "Arielle, I do not think you should be… "Do tell, Arielle. I'd love to know your thoughts on love." She smiled like they were sharing secrets. "Because when I was your age, I thought I was supposed to wait for someone to save me. Like I was trapped and needed rescuing."

"I'm sorry, I'm just venting. I know life's hard for everyone... I'm being such a whiny little bitch." "You're not. It's perfectly normal for anyone to complain about being caught in a 'Catch-22 situation,'" she consoled me. "I'll let you in on a secret... No one our age has everything figured out." Like a smart ass, I brought up Pink Ranger and her girlfriend. "Fine, no one in their twenties has everything figured out except for those two lesbian cyborgs," she amended. "I sure as hell don't." "But you have Scope and you guys are killing it."

I explained, and she laughed. "You mean grounding period, right?" She looked at me, and I could tell I was getting through. "Well, think of it more like that book, 'Eat, Pray, Love', you know? Where the woman goes on a journey of self-discovery. Just without Italy, India, and Indonesia!" I said, and she started laughing, and I laughed with her. "I'm serious! Look, you're in a transitional phase of your life, you're discovering yourself. It sucks; people don't understand us when we're sixteen because we're too young to be adults and too old to be kids. Isn't that annoying?"

3RD POV: SIX MONTHS LATER… Selena sat with her legs crossed in a café, popularly known for its privacy and tranquility in the city which led many elites and celebrities to the place. She read through a textbook she had just purchased on success. She had grown so much that people failed to realize she wasn't even twenty five yet, and she loved and stared at herself with pride for how much she had grown.

"If I could go back in time, I'd rather close my eyes to unsee everything. Because the pain I felt that moment scarred my soul. It has always remained in my mind, haunting me in my darkest nights." The young girl listened as the woman ran her fingers to the girl's hair while reading her favorite book. It wasn't a book supposed to be read to a child, but the young girl insisted. She had been curious what was her mother's favorite book all about. She had a brilliant mind and didn't want to limit her knowledge. After all, it was better for her to broaden her perspective in life so she could use it in the future.

Wasn't Twenty supposed to be a magical birthday and a milestone into adulthood, accompanied by great privileges and legal implications? Wasn't Twenty the age to vote, buy a house, wed your high school sweetheart, go to jail, get sued, and gamble away your tuition in Vegas? Well, mine wasn't.

I threw myself back in the teal armchair, annoyed that I didn't discover anything. Then I see it. An old copy of Pride and Prejudice. But what strikes me is that this is not the only copy of this book I've spotted on her shelves. In the 11th grade, we were assigned the book for our English literature class. While I love to read, I do not like being told what I should or shouldn't read. I complained to my mother that there was no sense in reading 18th-century chick lit that has no place in today's world. My mother laughed at that and told me that it was one of her favorite books. She said it was the ultimate love story where both characters are forced to face their flaws and grow as people, t

It made her feel tough, hard, and mean. Of course, if you’d just take Bob’s offer, you could be all those things . . . and more. She swallowed hard and kept walking. Most girls her age shopped, drank at house parties, had sleepovers and whispered in heated tones about what they wanted to do with the boys they liked in parked cars up on the bluffs or in dark movie theaters over in Utica. Compared to them, she was a freak, but she didn’t care. Mostly. She was different, always had been, always would be, and she didn’t plan on changing any time soon. Books and stories were her life, not boys and shopping, and she liked it fine that way.

Francis was stunned; he stroked her hair and said guiltily, “Do you really blame me?” Scarlett patted her belly gently and said, “You can take a look around you. You’ll find those very few girls my age are married and with a second and third child along the way. Pretty much every girl my age is either studying or building her career… I suppose most of them are just enjoying the feeling of being young… and full of potential….”

Unlike me, Chloe was very shy around people, except for Dylan and me. Upon entering the library I immediately spotted her. She sat in the far back corner, sitting on the ground, reading her favourite book, 'To Kill a Mockingbird'. I've never personally read it, but she does recommended it. Chloe is very beautiful, with her long blonde hair and amazing body. Something that was very different between us. She still wore her glasses, but wouldn't need it when she turns sixteen soon. It saddens me when I think that I won't be here for my two best friends' birthdays.