Here One Moment Book Review Novels & Stories

Section five: The Moment. The moment is when they say the thing to each other. Everything else is in service of the moment. The moment should be protected not rushed, not decorated beyond what it needs, not surrounded by things that dilute it. Just them, saying the thing, with the people who love them witnessing it. That's all the moment needs to be. I read that section twice. I thought about my grandmother. About some things just need to be stood in. "Mila," I said. She looked at me.

He almost smiled. They finished lunch and she went back to the couch and he went back to the desk and the Sunday afternoon continued its slow patient self outside and inside the apartment held them both in the particular ease of two people who'd had a small disagreement and resolved it inside three minutes and didn't need to mention it again. At four she closed the book. "Done," she said. "The whole thing." "I read fast when the structure is good." "What did you think." She looked at the ceiling. "It's the best book I've read in two years," she said. "The backwards construction is the whole trick. By the final page you're grieving something you didn't know you'd been losing since page one."

I need to go to her as soon as possible. *** I wasn't expecting much when I was being driven here but what I got surpassed my expectations. "Wow!" I whispered as I stared marvel at the beautiful scenery before me. This is definitely a restaurant but it is located on the first floor of one of the tallest buildings in the city. I was floored by the magnificent view, the city below shining like a collection of diamonds. "This place is so beautiful" I couldn't help but mutter as I stared with no restraint at my surroundings.

"Mom, I want that one." The sweet plea of my son's voice pulled me back from my thoughts. I looked down to see my three-year-old pointing eagerly at a cake behind the glass counter, his big eyes filled with hope. The saleswoman smilingly chimed in, "This is our latest creation, a peanut-flavored cake with a whopping fifty percent peanut content. And it comes with our very own handmade Chocolate-Covered Peanuts! This is the last piece we have for today."

I enjoy reading books as I listen to soothing music. My favorite book is your face. My favorite page is in your eyes. My favorite chapter is in your emotions. My ultimate pleasure in your smile as I listen to the music of your laughter. Forever my favorite book. It's called Dove. ~Humeyra HAMDAN'S P.O.V

But for now, I’m grateful for the quiet and the small victory of standing my ground. The end for now! ========================================================= I hope you enjoyed Reading this book. I enjoyed writing it. Be on the lookout for Marlene's complete Book in the next few months. Thank you for your support

As he was walking away, the lady then asked him, “If you don’t mind… do you want to sit at the same table then.” “Are you sure? There are-” “No, I- I insist… Since this corner of the café is the best spot to read, I always sit here, I don’t mind sharing it with you.: “Ah sure, that spot was something I had my eye on since earlier.” Kayne replied. “AH, REALLY, let’s share it then!” Both were really awkward at each other at first but when they found out that both were reading the same book, they eventually got a comfortable to talk at each other.

The ones needed for the Rothmere case disappeared in ash. Now it hits. Not through thinking - straight into my bones. A cold sureness: this is real. Happening here. This moment. The book falls from my hands. A sharp crack echoes as it hits the ground. Suddenly I am standing, breath ragged, pulse hammering under my skin. Smoke lingers in memory, thick behind my eyes. Stumbling forward, I yank the door wide - Mrs. Greyson stands there, inches away. “Miss Rimestone! What is the - ”

The book slipped slightly in my hand. And everything went dark.

As was the section on "Strategic Alliances: Knowing Who to Trust and Who to Watch." Finally, I glanced at the antique clock on the desk and realized with a start that nearly an hour had passed. I needed to get ready. I closed the book carefully and returned it to its place on the shelf. As I turned to leave, my eyes caught on another book, this one was slim and bound in white leather: "The Luna's Gift: Understanding Your True Power." I pulled it from the shelf, but when I opened it, the pages were blank. Completely blank, as if the book had never been written in or the ink had somehow faded entirely.