Fall Into A Good Book の小説・ストーリー

“These novels from GoodNovel keep me sane from everything going on. And the stories on that site are really interesting. From page one, you wouldn’t even realize when you’ve reached page one hundred.” I shook my head helplessly. “How do you even get the books delivered?” “I subscribed to their membership. Every month, they send a delivery guy to bring one novel from my library.” “So what are you reading?” “Someone recommended this novel to me, ‘Bound to the Mafia’. And I kid you not, from page one, I’ve been hooked. I think you should read it too… you remind me of one of the characters.” “Mom! You know I don’t have time to read novels.”

A reader? I feel drawn to the shelf like a moth to a flame. My fingers trail over the spines — classic literature, philosophy, ancient history. Lost in the titles, my eyes land on a beautiful leather-bound edition of Wuthering Heights. I rise onto my toes, straining, my fingers just brushing its edge. It wobbles and then falls from the shelf with a heavy thud that sends a cloud of dust into the air making me sneeze twice.

Books that offered shelter to those still lost in the storm. She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the sweet air of that late afternoon, feeling the warmth of Luka, the solidity of Elias, and the heartbeat of Zion against her back. She thought of the seventeen-year-old girl who had walked into that bookstore on a rainy afternoon, seeking refuge in someone else’s pages because she still didn’t know that one day she would have her own to offer. She thought of the broken woman she had been, of the painful but necessary crossing, of the moments when she had almost given up.

I'd only been satisfying my selfish desires. The letter continued, "Renee rarely contacted me while she was abroad, and I pushed the blame on her. I suspected that her heart had also changed, just like mine. I stupidly said those harsh things to her and forced her into a falling out. "It's only now that I know the truth—every night that I brought Janae home with me and became entangled with her, Renee was lying on a cold hospital bed and being treated for her illness. "Renee is right. I deserve to go to hell! I've accomplished nothing in my life—my career is a mess, and I ruined my love life with my own hands.

“I think I love book coffee dates.” I lift my head from the book I’ve been stuck on page forty-two for five minutes. Not that ‘Normal People’ by Sally Rooney isn’t good. It’s painfully good. But trying to hold up this masquerade is frying every single brain cell I own. One wrong sentence from me and proof, busted.

My plan was simple: Live like a slacker until Travis became a rich, successful CEO. Then sit back and enjoy life as a pampered young lady. During my major course, I was hiding in the back row scrolling on my phone when the original Jennie’s best friend, Linda Lander, texted me and asked if I wanted to join a mixer party. That’s when I remembered. In the original novel, this was the scene where Nancy flirted with three high-quality male leads at a bar. It caused a ripple across the entire storyline.

"Besides, that was just an internal presentation, not the actual competition." A fire burned in my chest, and my blood boiled in my veins. I snapped, "What do you take me for?" My sharp tone startled him, and a flicker of unease crossed his face. "Come on. Yvette is just a girl fresh out of the irony tower. I'm doing this to help her grow." I turned around and left, unwilling to hear his excuses. He called after me, but I didn't turn back. ... The next morning, I avoided leaving at the same time as Elliot.

Every hair on her arm stood as she beat back the panic welling in her breast. On the other hand, she had read novels in which the lady had enjoyed the pirate’s passionate kisses. The heroine in the book actually fell in love with the ruthless man. Isabelle rolled her eyes. It was beyond her knowledge how any woman could feel that way. Yet, Hawk had been attentive while she was being jolted atop his horse. It had seemed he almost cared about her discomfort when offering to have her lean against him.

She moved her fingers to every book in the shelves but stopped as her eyes were stuck with something. "What?! This book," Kathy exclaimed as she picked one of the books and examined it. "How come it's here? Is Aaron fond of reading fiction and contemporary romance? How come?" Kathy inquired as she couldn't understand that the bad - to - the - bone devil will read such kind of novels. It's not realistic to think about.

That has never been my intention, so I let it slide. Throughout the flight, I find myself lost in the book. I have learned over these last few years that a good book is just the thing I need to relax. Leaving my life behind for a few hours and entering another world is something that gives me happiness. With work and my mother always on my back about settling down, I stay pretty stressed.