Famous Adventure Books Novels & Stories

"She's already filled the space she's got and she's storing them in here." Swigging at the beer, I prise off a lid, looking at a couple of titles. Turn Right at Machu Picchu, Mark Adams... Lands of Lost Borders: A Journey on the Silk Road, Kate Harris... The Innocents Abroad, Mark Twain... A whole stack of Bill Bryson titles... Bit of a theme going on there. Wonder if she wants to travel? Get back to the point... "Michael, I mean no offence, but I have to say this. I know they are your family, but you need to keep those dried-up harpies you call aunts either under control or away from Charlotte.

She'd have been in less of a state right now if it hadn't taken her two days to work up the courage to open it. She could still feel the way her heart rate quickened as she untied the brown craft string and gently tore at the seams of the paper. She recalled the confusion as she found herself staring at a shoebox for a pair of R.M. Williams Craftsman boots. Men's, size 10. "Peculiar...." she thought to herself as she lifted the lid of the box. Hidden under a few layers of tissue paper was a book she had never seen before. A lump formed in her throat as she inspected the cover—"Chance, Fate & Chocolate Cake: When Adventure Calls, Don't Hesitate. By Callum Buchanan." The author's name caused h

This is the first time I entered the vicinity but the abundance and arrangement of the books look the same back in Pandora. I sweep my gaze into the row of book dividers and some books are familiar like an atlas, encyclopedias, and other stuff. I wonder if he read all these books. Even these books are written by Nicholas Sparks, Danielle Steele, and others stuff. Does he have this kind of taste? Or maybe they just put these books here to fill the space. I checked all the books where it is stories and I found one which perks up my interest.

He asked, moving away from the counter and approaching me. “Well, I’m not sure, something really interesting?” I answered as we both walked to the shelves. “You’d prefer romance then?” He further raised. “No, definitely not romance. Something more exciting…” “I thought all ladies love a good romance story.” He added, and I shook my head. “Definitely not me.” “The Odyssey by Homer.” I heard another voice behind us. It happened to be a handsome young man. I had no idea we had company. “Adventure,” I responded, and he nodded.

For a second, I’m tempted, but then another wave of heat erupts in my chest, and I lose my nerve. “Tell me about the other books,” I say instead. “The other books?” I nod. And as I tuck my knees to my chest and wind my free arm around my knees, breathing through the stuffiness that’s getting more unbearable by the minute, I listen to the most garbled plot summaries I’ve ever heard in my entire life. “Okay. See, there’s this one with a man and his nephew. And they journey to the center of the earth. And there are dinosaurs. And a tornado? Shit—” The brow furrows again. “It might have been a tsunami. Something like that.”

I need to take time. I remember the small room I entered last time. I slowly opened the door and turned on the lampshade. The books on the table were still scattered. I tried to look and read each one of them. These are all interesting books. Into the Wild by Jon Krakauer, The Prince by Niccolo Machiavelli, The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald, and a lot more. I tried to find something that might help me, but I found nothing.

If he can see every move I make, how will I ever make a move against him? During my rampage of a small bookshelf on the wall next to the bed, I find classic books such as, The Catcher in the Rye, Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, and so on. Spotting amongst the classics a leather bound book with no title or author. I slowly open it and inside handwritten pages are revealed. May 12th 1998

“Still sounds pretty dull compared to dragons and magic, though.” Sonia nodded because she was a bit relieved that the conversation was about to be steered back toward more safer and familiar literary territory. She then rattled off a list of fantasy recommendations for the kids for a while longer. Sonia and Darrell began walking back to the main event area where the bustling sounds of excited readers and rustling pages reigned supreme. “Age of Exploration is actually my favorite book too,” he said out of nowhere. “Really?” Darrell nodded, smiling, “Yeah, it's criminally underrated. I swear, I've never heard anyone else mention it before.”