Every Girl Should Read In Her 20s Romane & Geschichten

Remy "You sure this is where you wanna go?" I glance over at Maddie. She's getting so big, soon she'll be nine, and I'm not sure what the fuck I'm going to do with myself when that happens. That's too close to her being a teenager. "Yeah," she answers. "I need a new book to read, and they have really cute notebooks too." Everything has to be really cute right now in her life. It's disconcerting, to say the least. "You wanna grab some dinner after this?"

Elena walked sluggishly to the dining room, she hated having dinner with the whole family and her reasons for that were justified. No young lady would enjoy dinner with a half-drunk father speaking gibberish and a mother calling her irresponsible. So what if she was twenty-two and she had no job? What if she had no boyfriend or fiancé, thanks to her crazy bitchy attitude? Who said you have to be independent by the age of twenty-two? Who said you are late if you aren’t married at that age? Who for God’s sake sets these standards of living? Since when does life have a manual?

"That's tots fabulous! Isn't Ms. OG just amazing?" "Like tots! I can't believe she started writing only a few months ago!" "Me neither. But I'm glad she did." I pretended to surf through a pile of books when the two teens passed by still giggling. I gathered the books I'd already found and went around the rack to the isle the girls had been at, trying to find what they thought worth bragging. Unsurprisingly, I ended up in the erotic section. "Of course." I shook my head, what else could a bunch of teenage girls be giggling about? "Been there, done that."

That I would get to spend my whole life with her. When I had met her, my fifteen years old self had fallen head over heels for the girl of seventeen she had been. For all those twenty years now, she was still the innocent girl who I had found in my father's library looking at all the books with awe in her gaze. She was like a beauty entering a castle for the first time in a castle with wonder written all over her face.

He realized that he hadn’t been to a vacation trip in ages. As for Jessica, he saw that behind the woman was a little girl full of… life, finding happiness in the smallest trivial things like discovering the little Shakespeare and company’s book store behind an antique coffee shop and knowing by heart about James Joyce, Hemingway, and Gertrude Stein from the early nineteen twenties (1920’s) When on the other side was able to make him harden without a touch.

"Are you not the one that said I should take my studies seriously so I can become a great woman in the future?" May mentally rolled her eyes. "Yes, but that's not exactly what I meant. You have to limit the number of books you read in a month, it might change your sense of reasoning from some aspects." May stood up, dusting away the imaginary dirt off her basket gown. "I should go for a walk? Really, Maryam? This is Nigeria and you're talking to me like we are agemates." May shook her head. "It's not like its a bad thing but," she trailed off, finding the right word and wrinkling her nose. "It's weird."

"You don't strike me as the type of man that reads,Jeremy?" "You strike me as the type of woman that reads too much."I took a book off the shelf and looked at the cover."I was a voracious reader in my teenage years,when I had less important things to do with my time." "You mean like partying and sleeping with women you don't know?" "Exactly..More important things."I placed the book back and looked around my room some more."What's that book I always see you with,the shabby one?" "Um..It's just an old book. Poetry and stuff."She did up the back of her dress,at least partly. Of course she looked awkward while doing it, I figured single women had a hack for this sort of thing.

I opened my hand to open my letter and read it again “To the Letter of Adulthood, I hope that when you read this letter, you have become a strong and talented girl. I don't want to see your weakness. You in the years to come must be more perfect than I am now. Be a reporter with an influential name, be a good person, earn a lot of money to support my parents, don't let them suffer, work hard, and more importantly, you In the years to come, you have to know how to take the opportunity that belongs to you, don't lose your feelings

Unlike me, Chloe was very shy with people, except with Dominique and I. When I entered the library, I immediately spotted her. She was sitting on the floor in the farthest corner, and reading her favorite book: "How to act like a man". I had never read it personally, but she had recommended it to me. Chloé was very beautiful, with her long blond hair and incredible body. This was something very different between us. She was still wearing her glasses, but she will no longer need them when she is almost sixteen years old. It saddened me when I realized that I would not be there for my two best friends' birthdays.

We had just finished breakfast and were on our way to the queen’s morning room when I cleared my throat and asked if I may go to the library for a book. She instantly stopped walking and looked at me with a deep frown. “You know, in my day girls didn’t read. I remember my mother telling my sister that it just confused a woman’s thoughts if she spent all her time reading.” She seemed to think about it for a moment. “But I disagree. I believe it’s a good thing. You may go. Just don’t stay away all day. You will find us in the morning room.” I quickly curtsied before she turned around and as she and Ella made their way down the passage, I almost ran to the library.