I See Me Book Review Novels & Stories

But, because for the first time, his pack actually sounded like home to me. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ A/n Hi there, everyone!! I became so inspired to write when I saw two new reviews. In addition to this, my book was featured under GoodNovel’s homepage. Thus, I became so happy. Leave a review to celebrate this milestone, please. I hoped you liked this chapter.

Alexia's Point of View " Is there any other way? " I asked. They all consumed with silence. What will I do now? I walk towards the book in front of us. I hold it and then suddenly I saw something that caught my attention, it sparks for a second. I think I'm the only one who saw it. I don't what it is but there's inside me that pushed me to keep wondering. They slowly walk towards me when they saw me wondering the book.

I begin to look around hurriedly so that I can get the idea of it all, before she comes to her room. Walking around like an aimless dog, I begin to check different things until my eyes fall on something I didn't expect my eyes would be on. Getting my hands on the book, written at the back is, 'my secrets..' I know that kind of book could be a lie and also, it can contain some elements of truth. I opened up and what I set my eyes on almost got my leg trembling. 'What! she planned all this.' I almost couldn't believe my eyes, because the sight of the plan is so terrifying.

I locked the phone, thinking if I should go or not. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A/n I noticed no one leaves reviews, yet somehow, this book’s views keeps increasing. Please try to leave a five-star review on my table, guys. It’s really inspirational for a Writer, you know;)

“Something real. Not a memory of a party or a name of a person we both hate. Tell me something you see right now.” I looked around the room. I saw the way the firelight danced on the gold leaf of the book spines. I saw the dust motes dancing in the air like tiny, silent stars. I saw the way the shadows made him look younger, softer. “I see the fire,” I said, my voice low and melodic. “It’s dying down to embers, a soft, glowing orange. It looks like the heart of a mountain. And the books… they look like a city of paper, all standing at attention, waiting for someone to listen to them. And I see a man who is far more than the darkness he’s been handed.”

"You- can you read minds?" "I can't. I can only see your life, especially when you are feeling sad, or afraid or angry. My book would glow and I can choose to watch it or ignore it." "It really does sound like watching a reality TV!"

She said. "mmmm... Can I see the book? I mean if you want." The prince wanted to see the book. But Chenyin was scared to hand it over. "I promised to master that I- - -" "I won't open it. I will just want to touch it." He said. Chenyin gave the book to the Prince. The book was brown. It had a beautiful design on it. And it has also a lock on it. "Hey it has a lock on it. Did you notice?" He asked.

I guess it's safe to say, my buttocks is now use to the cold floor. I opened the book, the first title catching my attention... *A slave should always be presentable to her master* I stared at my naked and haggard self, I don't think I look presentable and that's all Ethan's fault. Well, I'm beginning to think I am not the only one who needs this book, but Ethan also needs it.

Just because I need to see it. To prove to myself that there are walls that don’t echo with accusation. Floors that don’t creak under the weight of expectation. There’s a bookshelf in the corner. Dusty. Paperbacks that haven’t been touched in years. I run my fingers across the spines. One catches my eye: Man’s Search for Meaning. I pull it down, but don’t open it. Instead, I sit in the old leather armchair and let the weight of the book ground me.

The first review I read was from a literary publication that described the book as unflinching and specific and written with the particular authority of someone who had lived inside the thing she was describing rather than observing it from outside. The second review used the phrase inside view. Not from the methodology. From the book. From the chapter about the Marlowe's dinner and eating the meal alone and going home with every piece of yourself intact. The third review was not a professional review. It was a message in the Aldrich Press reader feedback system, forwarded to me by Patricia. A woman who identified herself only as M. She said she had bought the book on Tuesday. She said she w